Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
The gloomy atmosphere.
Cherry wood floor creaking with each step.
The comfy couch flowing fatigue into me.
Offers after offers.
No's and no thank you's.
Fake eyes staring out.
The lady below us complaining about your flowers.
The back of your hand on my cheek.
Your care thrown at me.
My attention handed to you.
Cherry wood floor creaking with each step.
The comfy couch flowing fatigue into me.
Offers after offers.
No's and no thank you's.
Fake eyes staring out.
The lady below us complaining about your flowers.
The back of your hand on my cheek.
Your care thrown at me.
My attention handed to you.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
I'm really tired with trying to communicate with you. Trying to catch you on your time, hang out with you. You're too busy with your lame life I get it your preferance to having a good time is effortless compared to mine. This year I really let you slip. I realized all you ever want to do is be alone. I'm hurt, summer time you started to make me crack but now I've cracked so much that I have no shell and now I'm just really apathetic towards this and I really had no choice but to neglect you. A simple text a simple hi is too complicated for you. Whatever maan.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
I really don't mind the sweet pasta.
Slipping through the spaces of the fork.
A little salt and pepper to tweak it a bit.
Feeling like this kitchen here with you is home.
Warm and filled with a smell I always loved.
Deprived of you until today.
I was really hungry
But for you anyway.
A simple mess we can dread on cleaning
But it's okay cause we'll do it together.
I'll explain how long my day was
And you'd ask me to elaborate more on whatever I said
I'll have nothing to say and laugh
And have a difficult time eating slippery sweet pasta with you in this cold kitchen.
Slipping through the spaces of the fork.
A little salt and pepper to tweak it a bit.
Feeling like this kitchen here with you is home.
Warm and filled with a smell I always loved.
Deprived of you until today.
I was really hungry
But for you anyway.
A simple mess we can dread on cleaning
But it's okay cause we'll do it together.
I'll explain how long my day was
And you'd ask me to elaborate more on whatever I said
I'll have nothing to say and laugh
And have a difficult time eating slippery sweet pasta with you in this cold kitchen.
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