no title

it's funny,
ironic, maybe
and sad.

past entries
into the public.
stories that should be private.
things said that,
you're sure should have
could have,
gone unsaid.

the immodesty shows through, now.
but mostly,
you're reminded of how he affected you.
and now you think
maybe it never was attraction
but the way he made your words change
and thrive
as they do now.

you're still not sure, even now.
there's still something there
and you're ashamed.
but at the same time
relieved.

because, as they say
"quitters never win"

but, you think back to certain words
in particular.

ones that screamed
of a balanced life
and wordless minds.

but now, you'd consider everything to be
balanced.
or at least,
empty.

and yet the words still come
yea, they still come.
because even when thing are lost
ripped from you, even.
you can still suck the nutrients from them
vampire teeth or
a dirty syringe.