LITTLE
wilted eyes seep connections through the deadened skin of you and i. too many years push in between us, and the night you swore to me rings hard and hollow - alive and slow - in the back of my head.
things you said to me and ways in which you taught me to see only taught me a violent lesson of how to never trust the ones you love the most ever again.

SUMMER TRACE
a house i couldn't break, it was a bond i couldn't live with. salvation promises i couldn't even hold a breath to.
let me forget and walk peacefully away and sometimes not care where the balance weakens, and lay in a dream of blurred discovery today.
it's not the truth for you to seek - just a beginning to the end: an immediate closure overlooking the mend.

53 HOURS
your words seem so vague spilling endlessly from hot lips, from your cold lips, mostly forgetting more than just the topic.
melting eyes losing sight and breaking away, fighting a memory of the touch. my eyes: catching hold and wishing to stay, but instead only just wishing away.
mine so wild and taken aback on a three month ride - this whole concept mirrors this never-ending dream of love: struggle for love in which no one wins but someone seems to hurt.

DUALITY
and that moment you promised me would never come shot through the air so fast i couldn't even see it.
and you said, "and you will never understand how i feel."

all words © ben londa, 1996.