Wednesday, May 25, 2011

loneliness

I hate this bed,
it's too big for just me.

It's lonely
and makes me wish you were here,
to hold me.

Wince at the scars,
tell me you love me.

Only..you don't.
And that makes the room
seem larger,
emptier.

Notes from Alex:
At night, I get soo lonely. It's suffocating.

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