Oh, well, now what?

I've finally erased his DNA

He's no longer my

Nearest tender moment

And I suppose it's just as well

Because he made me want

to tear out of my own skin

And at least I dont hate you now

as I hated him

But I think it hurts more to miss you

I'd rather be content to know

I'll never hear from you again

Than be staring at the phone

Wishing so hard it would ring

That my eyes well up

And my hearts aches



There is not beauty in

Impersonal encounters

Except for the pain

That inevitable ache

That turns my stomach

And reminds me that

I want more

05/29/2004

Posted on 05/29/2004
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