For the Elusive Mr. K
You're so pale and pure and honest
and I lie in shattered fragments on the floor
Just shadows of what I want to be
you're so high up and so above me
while I'm drowning down below
there's so much you don't know
but I can't begin to tell you
and I'm pretty sure you don't see me
not as I really am
or even as I want you to
I'll go fade into the background
I won't be here anymore....
yet another untitled poem
Torn At The Edges
I put my headphones on and sang the blues