10-13-2003 br br I am not this one that lives inside of me br I am something more br br I am the taste of all my lovers br I am their touch smudged on my skin br I am their promises, br mostly broken br (but they were true when they were made) br And I am my own broken promises, br to myself and to them br br I am the love and the hate that I lived br My fears, my disappointments br all I ever tasted br everything that brushed against my skin br sometimes with thorns, sometimes with tenderness br br I have even become the Lovers themselves! br I am their scent, their warm breath br their sigh, their explosion. br br I am their sadness when they saw me leave br and my gulp when I left.