Tuesday, December 8, 2009

the time doesn't matter...

She asked me how i felt and i didn't want to talk about it
she went to bed and i went further into my own ambivalence
she gets to sleep and i get sentenced solitary confinement
i go to relieve constipated frustration express excrement
the cat's sitting in the sink
some find warm and cold as comfort

no one ever sees far past the other
no one ever lives to love their own lover
no one ever cares to find something better
it's easier to stay than to go and find forever

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