10 June, 2008

Untitled.

Fight or flight ?

Cry tonight ?

What's my option?

You're not around so much anymore.

Seems as though this bed is always cold on the left side.

Try again?

Will you please be my friend?

Is this alright?

Is my grip holding you to too tight?

Seems as though you've got a wondering eye.

So sassy, is it pondering another guy?.

You say I mistrust, which I do.

But it's never about me ... it's all about you.

How could I ever feel like you've got my back

When all that I do is scratch yours.

So angry you are.

So dissapointed I am.

So heartbreaking it is . . .