12/24/08, 5:47 PM

You were a dream.
A fain whisper of what was supposed to be
But your face disappeared in the haze
And all that's left
Is a memory of a bedtime story
before you fall asleep
A glimmering moment like somewhere in a dream
someone else's reality
Memories of you
don't seem so real
and your face is long forgotten
In the haze that once seemed clear

You were the prince charming
I dreamed up for myself
A memory of a melody
with long forgotten words
You're yesterday's sigh
into the dreamlike snow
A memory of a goodbye

You cannot hold a butterfly
long captive or it wilts
A flower must stay attached
to it's own stem or it will die
long before its time

You were a beautiful flower
That I got the chance of smelling
But had to leave in the ground
And now
not even a hint of smell can be found
not even a memory of such smell
But only a memory
that we once encountered
something beautiful.

10/16/08, 8:55 PM

You were trying
to make Christmas a good thing for me again
After hating it for so long
Despising all its stupid songs
You said that you could change that

You told me December is the month of love
And I understood
As I watched the flakes fall around you
Sticking to your long lashes and hair
I understood.

We got to the root that I enjoyed Christmas songs about love.
You said that's what most were about
For December
is the month of love

You told me how not to get cold
Though I'd been told how
so many times before
But I actually took the advice
And started enjoying the snow
Enjoying each path of each flake
As they fell around you


I threw away the ornaments we made for you
(one actually shattered
when I tapped them together)
I threw away our picture frames
(surprisingly in one piece)
too bad they were a waste of money.
I don't know what to do with the
clay figurine I made you
Guess I'll have to give it away.
How I hate to see hard work to waste.
And I guess I don't have to worry
about buying you those numerous presents
for everyday
of the "love" holiday
that you love so much.
Don't have to worry about making the cd
or baking the cookies
And that card
"you put the merry
in my christmas"
(because you were really getting there)
will have to eventually find its way tot the trash as well

You had me going for a while there
caught up int the "month of love"
december is none but a month of death
And you have proved this to be true
And Christmas is even more unbearable because of you
Every single song of "love" -
"wouldn't want to spend it with any other girl"
Just makes me break down
And the snow,
well the snow,
just makes me think of lying down
and freezing to death.