Friday, April 02, 2010

Think I'm Damaged

April 1, 2010
my heart calls to you in the darkest of night
like a panther's dying screams
my house is cold and lonely
and I talk with no house plants
silver fish won't even turn on the lights
the neighbors see me waiting and think I'm damaged
cooking for one leaves me hungry and sad
comfortably uncomfortable I await your presence
I bid my time with trinkets and shiny things
the house is a mess and so is my heart/mind

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