hey shreya
It's dark outside
I watch the rain,
as I am brushing my teeth
thoughts arrive
like the garage lights,
people and trust
like walking over eggshells,
I scratch your back
you stab mine,
but then, why did I love her?
the window pane is wet
and cold,
and as I place my hand on it
and zoom out of my life,
I spit out the toothpaste foam
and some thoughts too.
4:01 AM
I e-mailed you. top
8:59 AM
if only i could write poetry to tell you how sorry i am...
maybe at least then i could get you to listen... top