[Poem] The Cause and Never the Cure

2009-01-13 @ 11:56 p.m.

he was like a gray stone angel,
the plump lips always ready
to be kissed and
his curls
immobile

and it made me terribly sad
that when he fell,
he crumbled
into dust
and was carried away

by the wind

along with his lies
and his malice
and his passion, to which
i had grown incredibly accustomed.