self pity

Dec 13, 2008 23:08

I used to sleep with my arms around you.
now, you barely let me have your address to send a card for some such random holiday.
you profess love.
i confess...
somewhere along the lines, we are missing something.
there's a piece gone from the middle.
I am desperate for you some times.
Mad for it.
Up for It.
I remember how we said we'd run away.
At least we kept that promise.

loss, friends, love, monsters, women, lovers, girls

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