if i were an artist, i'd look like this.

if i were an artist, i'd look like this.
if i were an artist, i'd look like this.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

finally.

finally you were back by my side, smiling.
and of course i was the only one who could touch you and i was bawling.
screaming about how much i'd missed you.

and your mother was always so angry at me,
but she was like splenda the way she faked sweetness.
i could hear her thoughts, pleading to me.
"he's my boy, let him go, he's my boy"

i didn't make you talk to me, i just made you hug me.
and that was enough before you left me for the second time.

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