Monday, October 09, 2006















like flies on flowers

she only remembered me by the footsteps that i left

in her heart on my way out

i turned back once to notice her sobbing

sedentary she was clutching her chest

i turn over in bed to another empty side

how it feels when you are alone

a pillow and yet no comfort

i hope to never awaken

drowning in my tears

i hate this

i need this

to cry