Thursday, February 17, 2005

this is the meaningless existence
i once sought so relentlessly
to escape.
i want to be as beautiful a person as
you described me
in august,
to be as captivating as
the way you used to dream of.
there is nothing worse
than being sexy and useless,
to have so much hope in myself,
the impossibility.
often do i regret
the way i let your love
fool me into believing myself to be
a fully deserving party,
for the grounding of that high
could be the one that
takes me under.
*bettie* at 1:08 PM