(old poem. i never kept up with this poetry book so im gonna be posting my new poems in it !!)
isn't it peculiar
that we both look so familiar
but nothing is the same?
i blame myself for what i didn't say
i blame you for the things you tucked away
sometimes things just fall apart
you said 3 years ago
every ending has its start
and often we don't know
i couldn't disagree
time exsanguinated you and me
you swore you wouldn't change
you sound more american by the day.
you cover your face
but i see your eyes aimed at me when something funny is said
i see your smile in those eyes
like a book that i have read
remember me, if nothing else
maybe we are dead, but never buried with ourselves.
