Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Her, not me

She stares at the freckles on her arms
moving uneasily
wanting off the plane
wondering what you are doing
her that is, not me
hoping to come home to a new scenario
again her, not me
If this exists maybe I'll join her
but for now I will dissociate
she scribbles furiously
illegible
pen marks on her hands
just wanting to get all he makes her feel out
push it out
but it just builds the inevitable
she laughs and I laugh with her
she's got it bad
I'll stay away for now
It's the best way to deal

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