Sep 21, 2007 17:03
Sometimes there are just no words
To really describe
how you're feeling.
No words to express the empty bottles
and dry shot glasses, the way a half full bottle
burns.
A lack of ways to say that
the matches lining the coffee table
are empty;
their wicks burnt out, the firelight is
gone.
There are so many ways to say: I don't want to
care anymore.
Please don't love me, it will only bring you
pain
It's so easy to
pretend.
It's so noble to wish them
well.
It's the hardest to be
stared at.
When all you want:
is to be invisible
Don't love me
Don't look at me
I wish I could say those words