pale skin flakes
not enough sun or lotion or
time & i feel amazingly ugly
and contagious and exposed
in superficial light

writing you letters you may never read

& is it raining outside if not
it should be i can not afford to be
as empty as this

and I wrote life is all about choices &
i wrote & i wrote but i didn't say it was
about me, i didn't say it was about

you

these planets have me reeling
perhaps i can get off on good behavior
this time &

this time you're the one waiting, waiting,
waiting & i'll never know, i'll never know
what it was all for, what it meant and why
why
why

it still insists on hurting so bad

06/04/2008

Posted on 06/04/2008
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