Sunday, January 18, 2009

you were amazed in the difference in my speech.

"You were a tree with a root that was wrapped in my brain."


i want you on your knees, begging me to not go.
but i cave before you do, and i'm the one with the grass stains on my knees from begging you to not forget me.

and that is my tragedy.
that, that is just pitiful.
that is why. why i can't.
i am sick. je ne suis pas bien.

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