9/11

When I see her I imagine

a building falling down.

I am the building.

A plan crashed into the building.

She is the plane.

There are people being crushed by the building.

These are the girls who want me, but can't have me.

I lied to them

on purpose.

Not all big lies.

Some were true momentarily.

Some were small.

This is not their moment.

I'm hopeless and defenseless

so is the building that fell.

I can relate to it.

The women I lied to

Can relate to the building's victims.

The building is not as strong and great as it thought.

It had to be broken down to realize it.

Reconstruction is beautiful.