damaged boy
05/20/2005 12:47 p.m.
i would do anything
to get the smell of smoke
off of my hands
and the taste of blood
out of my mouth

"you had garlic today, didn't you?"
she would always ask
any time i did have garlic
even after twelve hours... or
"did you eat a pickle?"
and always -i- would say,
"yes, i did."
it was the same with alcohol
and any other thing
that i took in through my mouth

and it's taken me over a month
to realize...
i am nothing
without you, but...
i don't know what i have
with you.

-i thought you knew-
lady, i'm damaged goods
I am currently Brooding
I am listening to eternal sunshine of the spotless mind