Monday, December 06, 2004

In Throes

You are bored of me,
When my heart aches,
When my heart gapes
Wide open like a split in the earth;

You yawn at me
While I'm all torn up inside,
While I'm hurting in pain inside,
So much it feels like I'm dying inside;

You say you're going--
I watch you walk away,
And I don't know what you're looking for,
Or if you'll ever find it;
All I know is that no matter what,
Wherever you are, wherever you go,
You're always going to be taking my heart with you,
And leaving me with nothing--
As I stand here alone in the dark.

I am all by myself when you are bored,
But I guess in a way, so are you;
We're both so very alone,
Everytime,
When you yawn,
And when I break.


[5.27.02]

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