chalk it up to desire

girls sit in dirt
spit on palms, clean it off
carving out initials with sticks
we love so hard
we are the lovers

weak with all our wordlessness
an abundance of explanation
but nothing good enough
to explain the depth of pain
the heartache of devestation
at his departure
or hers

we are called absurd
crazy, hopelessromantic
reckless
we believe and have faith
us girls
because we want to
this dilapidated dedication
always brought
a reason to keep moving

when i thought i was looking for you

i turned my head
even today
in your direction
like girls do
heart like knife
between teeth
it's a shocking discovery

the breath
that continues
and the possibility
of such

girls hold their heads up
against the roar that keeps them down
they place their cards on the table
make a bet
we'll get out of this

let go of him

2006-03-08