Sunday, April 7, 2013

Don't Eat Poetry For Breakfast




What i meant:
i move through the world, never quite connecting
sometimes i reach out, sometimes i talk shit under my breath
and i hear you, don't you know
i see you watching, you curse me under your breath, but you lie to me
to spite me, there is emptiness all around me
i can be anything, it's all rabbit holes
tomorrow i will be nothing again

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