Wednesday, July 8, 2009


If I knew the pain would feel like this
Would I have talked of love.
My father never told me the nail
Would feel like this.
I was so unprepared
Hanging in pain, ashamed, in sorrow.
Does it make it less to say I do it for you.
Better that than feel alone.
So stupid to talk of love among lizards
And those so barely human,
They call me God
While I always called myself a child.
Yet now I suppose I am a man

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