Wednesday, January 14, 2009

said the paper to the pen

"there's no poetry between us and i get nothing for my trouble but the ink beneath my skin."
something's burning in the attic
that her tonge cannot defend.
there's so much that i want to say to you, but i can't. the words can't find there way out of my mouth. i'm tired of caring. i'm tired of trying. i'm tired of pretending. i meant everything i've said. if you needed, i would be there in a heartbeat. i'm sick of making priorities and only being an option.
i need something i just wish i knew what it was.
it's like there are oceans between me and everything else.

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