Friday, January 27, 2012


I looked up
and no one was pointing the finger at me
so I started blaming me for everything
that is so typical of me

I looked up
and my mother and my sister were sharing
my loveseat and that was everything
every little piece of me

I just can't
I can't do this
I can't count every word I write
I can't count on every word you say

hard breaks and long pauses
don't make sense to me
I'm trying to write a story right now
and you keep showing up in my poetry


please don't take this away from me

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