what am i supposed to do when the best part of me was always you
and what am i supposed to say when i'm all choked up and you're ok
i'm falling to pieces, cause when a heart breaks, it won't break even.
--the script

we've talked about the silences,
the big gaps that words can't heal
and we both know we're holding
the truth back; delicate hands
can't keep the snarling raging
biting words back for long.
it's too late to recognize
what it is that we want and
everything we've dreamed,
when gross truths are oozing
from between cupped hands and
out of pursed mouths. where
do i find a solution for a
problem i can't name? you are
so closed to me, and so far away
but it is more than this.
words hurt, and old words
fester endlessly. we are
too young, too problematic,
too pursued by money and race
and social status to see that
the light at the end of
this long, dark, damp tunnel
has run away to greener ground.