That's how I fall

That's how I fall

A Poem by Jean-Pierre Garcia

I'm caught in between just fine and disrepair
How can it be so long since I've allowed myself to care?

I'm falling apart and putting myself together
with glue
elmer's stick
it just leaves a mess
and I feel sick
Because I thought I fit best
sitting next to you

feeling your breath
as she said that I looked true

"Baby, you and I are forever,"

How could my arms have meant that
without me and you gazing off
nowhere
in the fruit punch

taking it in
It was then

I could in your eyes
each see a star drunk
rolling on the waves of the sea
and sway to the state of joy and glee

Why do I still have two prom tickets
and the night still fresh in mind
I kissed you, we still had time

Why do I have that picture
and the moment,
the moment where everything was just fine
they said that it was wrong
and I didn't know what we meant
Even if things weren't all right
We still had a song
I know it wasn't just mine

They were still beyond my sight,
and yet I saw them real
just beyond my window sill
and there was you
a tear for sign

I can't lie to myself saying I was only reacting
when I wasn't acting in the first place
to 're' to...
I can't

I write these tears on my eyes
Because I love you wasn't enough
I couldn't say it
I couldn't believe it
but I do and still
Roughly analyze
Sigh with me,
Nigh would be,
too long
For one of the guys

Don't leave me alone
don't leave me

The world isn't enough
when I'm still breathing
and when my heart is beating
pumping the blood through my veins
through/throw out my names

no one sang to me
until you did
and I couldn't keep my smile
I tried to keep it hid
All that while
No, I couldn't
not at all
When you face me
twisting the kink
you phase me
uncertain in how to think

and that's how I fall

© 2010 Jean-Pierre Garcia


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Jean-Pierre Garcia
Jean-Pierre Garcia

Seattle, WA



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