Saturday, November 21, 2009
Lying alone with my head on the phone, thinking of you till it hurts.
you were supposed to say, no everything's gonna be fine cause you're always important and your perception is skewed. i want to be with you through the last of your papers. i need you as much, if not more, than your needing me.
and not readily agree to disappear now.
It's a beautiful disguise.