Tuesday, September 27, 2011

I've got a bad taste in my mouth and a reason why I dislike you.
I never want to feel the sun again, this rain feels so perfect, so right
so me.
I want to walk every railroad track and get lost finding myself.
I never want to see your face or hear your voice again
I almost forgot what you looked like, but alas, I cant run forever.
Your terrible self will always end up somewhere I don't want it to be.
You will always be hiding in a corner
in the back of my mind
wherever I look some version of you will creep out of the shadows.
Why settle for less? I'll take you in bulk.
Go big, and get out of my home.

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