Monday, May 4, 2009

nothing left to give .

I miss you.
You’re here, but you’re not.
I need you,
I don’t care what I thought.
Why can’t it stay the same?
You’re not who you used to be.
Do you even know my name?
Another fallout unforeseen.
And to me, you’re a drug
Give a little, I want more.
A wet finger in the electrical plug-
Pain I’m begging for.
Make me miserable,
Because without your misery, I don’t live.
Take it all,
I have nothing left to give.

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