Monday, May 16, 2011

Kid A

It's hard to believe that even after all this time,
You're still as fragile
As when I first met you.

And sometimes I forget
Because you seem in such control all the time.
But I like you better like this.
Because you're not pretending to be someone else.

And on nights like this,
The only thing I can say,
Is the only thing I can never say again.

But I wish I could.


-Oedipus

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