[previously posted on xanga]
how.. did he .. slip through my fingers .. before I ever even .. laid a hand on him? ... did I wait too long? Of course I waited too long.. why did I wait in the first place? I was scared... "Fear is not the end of this.." but it was the end of this ...
nothing weighs heavily as it fills my grasp to over-flowing
she touches him as I yearn to .. she looks upon him with her very own eyes and not through this mess of cybernetics as I must .. and yet I do not envy her, I only despise myself for being too late .. much too late ... too shy, too scared, too caught up with the bright lights and sparkling "things" of my self-crafted destruction ...
nothing presses my heart down deep into this pit of despair
I look on, wondering if maybe, just possibly, it will end before it begins .. and I can be the one to sneak in and claim the prize while no one is looking ... but what good would that do me, if he wasn't watching?!
nothing sneaks off with my soul, certain to sell high and buy low
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