brighton beach

i want to know why you weep.

did you weep because you knew what you would have to do to me?
did you weep because you saw it coming?
did you weep because you'd break a heart that loved you for so long?
did you cry for knowing that once more you would watch something inside of me die?
did you cry because you knew you'd have to?
did you weep for the the tears i couldn't cry at the darkening of the doorway to my soul for the third time?
did you weep because you knew i'd still love you?

do you weep becuase you know that i still love you?

i want to know why you would cry in my arms? was it because you were in love? was it because you'd kill the lover? was it because somehow i made you believe i would save you?

because i would have.

i want to know why you kissed me in the car, in the dark, when that song was playing and you just wanted to go home. i want to know why you can't come home to a heart that wants you to be happy.

can you tell me how you feel, alone and away dreaming of ex-lovers with pregnant bellies and summers in parking lots with needy virgins? can you tell me that you feel the way you did in England when i broke the silence of the world? I would have come to you then.

can you come home today and hold my hand and tell me that you still love me? can you tell me it wasn't my fault? can you come around in your honesty and confess what it is that we did to make this world so holy?

can you tell me anything?
can you say you needed me?
can you still promise that i'm not ugly?

can you tell me that you love(d) me?