so sorry's don't work here
when feelings are hurt
so spare me and you and this world
which is my heart, with no Atlas
perhaps when
you spoke
you thought those repetitive words would faze me
highly mistaken
that phrase so familiar
i know it like the back of my hand
or maybe more like the front
they covered, from forehead to chin, many a time
tears drip from unworked palms
this eye faucet needs repairing
what the fuck do you know about caring
my existence, the bane
you are a virtuoso in hurt and pain
forget broken clocks
forever is a naive state of mind
i ache like new church shoes with no socks
i wonder if GOD could heal my worn feet
or time's
since it will never stand still again
these moments will pass
my heart's failed once more
pills just slow it down
you can explain 'til they come home
the cows
no bluetooth, verizon sucks
i can't hear you now
or ever
OH...
there's my ear piece
(to be continued, what can i say, i punish myself (AS ALWAYS))
