i have better memories of you during worse times

days you planned

with your head in your hands

and your feet benath your thighs



im sure youd recall

that stretch of mills wrapped around

rockier peaks

back home where your diary leaks

the names of those you forgot to possess

the wretched figures that youve never sewn to your dress



you are much more

than i'll resign myself to

you are much more

than i'll assign to myself



our hands are wrapped around

tongues youve bit

and its easy to reword failures

that no longer fit



i forgot your name on that very same day

i wrote away the symptoms youd have me betray



and i'll never invest a sick sense in anything this immense



minds that turn pale

from conversations and innuendos you struggle to find

they grow out of themselves on their own

through words we find



pills that are easier lost than swallowed

when we've buried all the roads we had left to follow

over and over and over and over again