yeah, maybe you wrote me a letter
i dont know at all anymore,
and maybe i replied- i dont remember
at any rate, the words were trivial at best.

papercuts walking through the scrawling script
these nights, the letters leave tracks too
visible to ignore, too inconspicuous
to investigate. it looks like i've been
reading more than i've been letting on.

couldnt tell you where i lost the feeling,
somewhere at the middle of my battered eyes
taking in all this verbose musing from a broken
heart, before it realized it was breaking.

the drugs make it feel better,
self medicating is just as useful as
underestimating the power of a
connections whose two points just
dont quite reach.
at least it works better than taking in
anymore of these fuckin letters

so maybe i'm lookin for a new kind of drug,
but all i found was you,
feeding an addiction, creating
tracks too visible to ignore,
too inconspicuous to investigate.

10/16/2003

Posted on 10/17/2003
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