You tell me I've been leading you on.
You tell me this with anger in the back of your throat
and I love you's between your lips.

You look at me like dead fish, disgusting floating and blue
You look at me like you want to go back
and feed me less, maybe change my water more.

You touch me like a hot burner, fearful of red fingers and palms
You hug me tight and uncomfortable
and I tell you you have to let go.

07/19/2008

Author's Note: I swear I'm not that great or this narcissistic..

Posted on 07/19/2008
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