Thursday, March 20, 2008

... like home.

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:

the unholy atlantic said...

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!