Sunday, Nov. 09, 2003
disappearing lonliness
now my throat is sore
&& my eyes are aching
from crying last night
chain smoking outside
a l o n e
wishing the boy kissing the girl
was you and me instead
words catch in damaged throats
whispered from person to person
that shes not quite right
d i s a p p e a r i n g
on wednesday afternoons
blades scattered round her room
and music so angry it makes your ears bleed
thissidedown at 8:33 am