buttons

Two in the morning,out from the house of blues
 I swagger,one of harvard square's finest
 stragglers,making my way to the squares
 numerous taxi stands,brisk january air hurts
 lungs for first few breaths,swimming head
 clears slightly,focuses on surroundings
 dimly light causeway leads me past steaming
 manhole,which unfortunatly reminds me why I
 took upon this venture to begin with.
 Two stubborn lovers fighting about what exactly
 can't recall,as a fellow,MIT sweatshirt wearing
 lad stumbles out of my path,all around
 cambridge's nocturnal emitions permeate my
 scences,ears still humming with the sound from
 faders buzz,heavey metal horns helped briefly
 in my quest to releve pain,pressure,pride last
 of which,I decided the moment I left the
 apartment in a hot flash of anger,to swallow
 and return to you,whom I love deeply.
 Why do we engage in button pushing,escalating
 smallest issues into hurtfull words,wedge
 driven further between us,is this reconcilable
 man its cold,catch cab,climb stairs,ask
 forgivness for petty affair,can't take back
 that which has been spoken,nor can I ignore
 feeling somewhat worn,part of my phsichy torn
 we need to heal each others emotinal scars my
 love lest our tears run dry,good night see you
 in the morning.
 clay4872