i don't know what i am doing with my hair i never brush anymore and my nails that bend
and have gotten too strong to bite off
my arms are skinny, the skin is flapping
and i tell you i eat but really i barely do and i stopped walking every night because it's become cold and my lungs will explode and i can hear voices through these walls
are they you? have you come to take me back?
emotionally or physically
doesn't seem to be such a fine line now

the friends we made together prefer you and i can't see it

i really do have much to look forward to and most of the time i don't think about us
i think about me and you, separated. the beings we were before we lived together.
the idiosyncrasies we said we loved over the phone that later kept us from sleeping in the same bed
and i may even regret something i can't say aloud

my clothes hang off me like smoke that fills the air
i can feel the hairs on my arm grow
and i can feel my ribs now, i can see my face sinking
i can see my heart sinking

we're like stuck keys on a piano
and i know you can hear me sing while i'm sleeping,
while i'm knocking on your door inside a dream
and i've found nothing i won't eat
but i can't bring myself to look

i am raining
i am falling from the apple tree
i want to know if you felt it.

11/22/2010

Posted on 11/22/2010
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