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May 30, 2004 11:43

My best-friend suddenly has an addiction
To a boy whose name
Is constantly on her lips
So we stretch out the inches
That feel like miles
And pretend we are the same
As we were weeks ago

But while I’m composing
Poetry in my mind
And dreaming of a future
Where I just might make it out alive,
She is getting high
And sleeping with a boy
Who just might ruin her

Trying to convince herself
That it can be labeled love
But we both know
It is the purest for of Lust
I have ever seen

So I bite my tongue
And swallow down words
That I should probably be saying
Worry tightening in my chest
As I stand on the sidelines
And watch you
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