[017]
05/16/2007 10:17 p.m.

"please god love me."

and then, unaware,
you ate me whole. in perfect
form you swallowed
up my pink high heels and

that ripped jacket i constantly wear
and how i can't really dance unless
i've been drinking or
am a little bit in love or
am a little bit of both.

or maybe you've been drinking.

but no, you say,
i just like to have fun and
when are we going to hang out again and

oh never, baby.
you're half my width and
can hardly speak my language and
Ft. Lauderdale has never been anything but
horrifying
to me.

and my mother hates a drunkard.

and i can't play the player if
there's never been a game.

regardless of how
afar you saw me from,
thinking of all the ways to hurt you first
is a terrible way to start.



I am currently Angry