Saturday, September 12, 2009 3:53 pm
nasty letters and mushy notes,
silent comedies and giggles over nothing,
frostily joyful evenings,
together quiet, on the warm couch.
faded jeans beside your bed,
pillow's laden with sweat,
you wanna see the sky,
ceiling's feeds familiar images to your head.
ericsson whining for juice,
you can't seem to hear it,
above the loud brawling,
or falling below it?
i can't believe i'm here again,
thought i heard wrong,
pain comes full-circle,
hurts just as bad on this end.
these words can't be coming from me,
should be on the floor writhing in agony,
not letting this gentleman take over
and paint pictures only you want to see.
you say you've broken your first heart,
the gentleman breaks the pause,
while i turn and wonder,
how transparent i really was.
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urgh.