and i want to be far away.
i want you to smile at me.
i don't care how close you -
or anyone -
gets.
i just want a smile,
a word. no, many words. assurance that it's all okay.
because i don't even know which fraction of my body is suffering,
and which is whole.
whose fault is that?
1 comment:
well fien.
i want to be close, but if that can happen, then i won't ask for anything more. no words or smiles or anything.
i don't know. it sucks a lot. this is the first time it's ever sucked a lot.
you're probably doing better than i am. o well!
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