Sunday, August 15, 2010


I woke alone another time
you didn't pick up the phone...
so who is it this time,
and why are "the guys" out so late?

sleep refuses to return
and then you do

you know I'm awake
but say nothing

Morning comes with awkward
feeding upon itself
growing into a thing
wild and mad
and when at last it breaks
I cannot breathe.

You lied again.
You were with her.
You don't love me.
It's done.

And thus, I break.

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