December 17, 2010

Believe Me When I Say


I’m trying
I will always try to love 
To love is to be convinced
Convince me
Convinced the jury, no murder here 
My friend
You’ve murdered my friend 
My heart, I’m trying to love my heart
Can feel you, You aren’t convincing 
You’re trying 
To murder is to kill, to rid of 
Get rid of the dirty fucking plates
Plates on the table, 
Plates of renewed skin 
Skin touching my heart and my eyes can 
Try, trying to convince
I am trying to convince my heart to murder my love