these days. this is a picture of me
crawling across the floor groping for my alarm clock
this is the shock of cold air
the smell of rain and leaves.
the electric glow and the darkness,
they look like you
in the periphery of what i used to be, You
just out of focus when i look away
the dryness in my eyes & the
cheap sugar cookies turning sour in my stomach,
the clean empty streets & the
bar-goers who look at me sideways.
the shiver in my shoulders tonight,
the smile on my lips.
how many of us are faking sane and
how many faking crazy?
you staggered down the sidewalk making people
jump! in surprise
at yr laughing eyes and loud voice;
the second time i passed you i told you i was lost
you said i was breaking yr heart
1 comment:
Were you always so emo and I just never saw it before? Was I curled up with Cindy listening to the Promise Ring so much that I never noticed? Oh my, oh dear. So I am bad at emailing back. Entschuldigung.
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