stop.

April 11, 2007 at 3:39 am (Uncategorized)

and I sit here
like a girl
and
wonder
whats wrong with you
while you read
or
curse
or
sob
or
hate.
like a girl
i cry
and
think
that somehow
i’ve lit
some
unknown
hidden
fuse.
i wallow
in oblivion,
like a girl,
for awhile.
and then,
like a woman,
I remember
that this
waiting
for
attention
feels familiar.

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