Though I think it may be
your fault; you left me in an empty house
with just the dogs, who can't understand
the concept of this broken
heart, although their feelings of, "I want this now!",
"why can't I have it?", are something I
can sympathize with.

See, I tried to fill the silence in my
head by talking to my mother
and watching television on her bed.
Yes, I returned to the place I
hate most, because it's more welcoming
than my constant need for contact
in this empty space that isn't home.

If any one cigarette were going to
kill me it would've been one that I smoked
today; both my lungs and mind
have left me dirty so I've washed my hands
no less than 38 times.
I probably should have washed them more
to remove the stain of them going untouched.

And while none of this is actually
your fault; these thoughts
that go on in and out of my head,
who would leave ice cream alone
with a girl who is not all there
unless words are coming out
or food is going in?

06/20/2005

Author's Note: repost from 06/20/05

Posted on 05/31/2006
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