Monday, August 25, 2008

Emotional Vomiting [I.E. Untitled]

Who would have known
Handing you the key
Would be your cue
To take off running.

Is this really how it ends,
With words you discount?
Probably drunken messages
You won’t remember anyhow.

I kept one eye open,
Waiting for your call.
So much for my meds helping
Me sleep and turn things off.

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