Nov 19, 2006 03:29
The past is last week.
As final as facebook says,
We were once, not now.
Texts at 5 am.
I replied, only regret.
I gave all I could.
My health means nothing.
Take it out on my body.
I have nothing left.
Long nights in dark rooms.
We slept so well when we slept.
You kissed my cold nose.