My Own

Jennifer Paige©1996

On my own now

Save this guilt and inadequacy

I want to end it all

But know nothing will become of it

But I can’t help but imagine the sounds

            Of slit skin and crushing bones

The smell of fear permits any forward movement

I wish I lived simplistically

In time

I wish I could become you

And live simplistically

But it can never be

How many times do you go home to your wife?

How many times do you not?

She was so gently and kind

Before Time beheld her

The sun over India

Has brought you copper skin

And hair like midnight

I’m alabaster in your arms

Hair of gold and eyes of jade

Everything you’re not

Wonderfully loved

Funny how things work

How tonight becomes tomorrow

How music is constantly being made

 Some people are entirely too organized

Practically insane

Scattered like my thoughts

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