twenty-sixth.

1/26/2010

habit
a newly labeled section,
and each week, a new poem.
small, simple words that seem to
somehow retell the previous days.
"how are you doing...lately?"
oh, you mean since he dumped me?
shit.
it's gotten too personal.
got to keep writing vaguely, because
no one should know who this is about.
after all,
i'm praying for the day when
i can either call you boyfriend
or whats-his-name.

relapse
the old style of writing has resurfaced.
not since the days of unrequited "love"
have i been so vague.
who am i hiding my true thoughts from?
those who will never read this...
or myself?
for maybe if i don't write down the tale of heartbreak,
or speak the language of hurt and betrayal,
if i only allow the pain to exist in the back of my mind,
repressed,
the moon will outshine the night.