Found Object

May 13th, 2010 2:15:52 am - Subscribe

For the rest of this week we can share a small bed
For the next three months you play repeat in my head.
Today I can cry when I hear you’ve moved on
Tomorrow I’ll work and the summer is gone

I glued glass to the wall.
I tried not to fall.

The draining routine has iced all around
Memories and missing pain you have found.
Please don’t come back.
Begin to unpack.
Choke on your lie.
Fuck your goodbye.

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