Chauchat
Kopfschmerzen
it was hardly two weeks ago todaywhen I left you in a broken housewondering why I placed myself so close to a line I drew on accidentbut now your words attach themselves to someone elseyour words are strings and I plan to cut them all with scissors and scotch tape them to mebut the way to your heart shouldn't smell like alcoholand there's really no need to be confident if I don't mean itkiss him hello and be sure that he knows you mean itI put postage on an envelope, maybe someone will write back to menever sit in this room againand smooth out the sheets with your hands, those tiny differencesI know that you love differencesyou're not the sameyou're not the person I remember you assomeone who fed me ideals with I.V.ssomeone left and drowned all those kittensso there's really no need to be too confident if I don't mean itkiss him hello and be sure that he knows you mean itI put the postage on an envelope, maybe someone will write back for freebecause it's so hard just waiting in a place that I know you won't ever come back tobut i hid all that sadness in the underbrush and i hope you are so fast you miss perfectly feeling since you are there
From Letras Mania