.deconstructed.  -march 2001-

you make me. hollow. inside
but in that good way.
the crisp, clean feeling you give me
is enough.
to make my soul pure again.
you leave my growth stunted.
age thirteen.
in short shorts and pigtails. giggling.
at the joke
that wasn't funny until
you
told it.
you deconstruct me.
until i am incapable
of writing anything more
than a letter to a friend
and a few simple metaphors.


       *me


.backwards.