so very emo...my apologies in advance.

[chat_noire]

My mind is so blank right now...

It doesn't think poetically anymore.

That's depressing. Where is Anne Sexton...Sylvia Plath?
All that's left of me is this boring, journalism machine.

The truth?

I miss you

a lot.

but it doesn't make a bit of a difference

right now.

People fuck up.

If I could pour my little heart out to you,

if i remembered how,

I would.

I would cry a thousand tears to let you see.

You feel sorry for me?

Don't, please.

I deserve every ounce of it.

I wish I wasn't afraid of you,

of myself.

On the phone, you asked me what I wanted to say

to you, and I did.

It doens't make a bit of a difference.

You're away...

your hands are are all over

something I can't imagine.

I'm afraid,

darling,

that I'm forgetting how to breathe.