Wednesday, November 14, 2007

43

DON’T DO THINGS LIKE THAT LOVE YOU HURT ME WHEN YOU DO

I don’t get it

Do you Journal

Maybe you understand

Why she hurt me

Why she punched me

Why she kicked me down on the ground

I have only been good and offered myself like cherry blossoms

I have only been full of wonder, a pool overflowing on her

A lily in a bowl

A lily in a bowl

she threw me out for the night. Tomorrow it will be fine. Yes. Fine.

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