I hold this pen
while you hold her head
and she holds your heart
and I sigh again
I sent out a message to myself
to never do this again
but I'm laying horizontal
in not my own bed.
I hope that I can't hear your hand
brushing her cheek in your room
Now I feel so down
and not like brushing my teeth before sleep soon
I sent out a message to whoever it concerns
to stop giving me all these lessons to learn
again
and again
And I'm sure that this will end up that way
I can't compress cold to my bullshit pain
There's love that isn't mine.
I'm sleeping with the light on to help me see nothing.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
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