Feb 19, 2006 10:30
So faceless now
everyone just appears the same
tired of melting plastic toys
thinking of you as always
burning pictures of your face
i try and grasp some air
i fall
throw my phone
i don't want you calling
kill the notes
i dont want you seeing them
my room is a mess
and i want you to see it clean
since when is love split down the middle?
think this through, please just think this through
poetry,
2006