I miss him and
it's 10:30pm
it all went wrong -
his knowing blue eyes
reflected teary beauty
into mine and
pointing at his sadness
I prodded my own tender
chasm and covered
my mirrors in blood
I drown in mortality
and why didn't he stop
when I said yes?
he carved his sound onto my skin with
pretty words and wordy promises
that taste devilish at nineteen
divine at twenty
I thirst for him and
it's 10:50pm
22 November 2008
thirst
Posted by lola at 11:36:00 PM
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