Thursday, December 3, 2009

You can't even talk to me,
won't even look me in the eye.
Can't offer comfort,
won't offer love.
Why is it always like this with you?
Break my heart in two.
Two more.
And two more again.
I'm left broken and lying on the floor
Holding the mess
created by you.

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