Freewriting.
affection that comes from a maternal instinct inside of me love like in that song where red flares burned and so did the end of your cigarette when you said you knew this was oh so right burning like my ears when i sit and think about how you could care less and how i will wait until something changes i could say i have enough confidence like Prince Charming said after i had just woken up from dreaming about your sneaky little phone call but in that dream i had the strength to call you out and in reality i let you smother my chances and then my sense of self
nothing left to do but give up tonight lost this battle and you're not here for the eighth night in a row i've had more coffee, cigarettes, and tv than i can stand and i almost called again but cried instead and then became so cold after i released the burning of all my shame and regret and here i am a scared little shell of broken pieces like the broken promises you've never kept and it's still the same and the waiting continues tomorrow as the game is played again