tender (one) for astrid

leaver left walking down stark roads trembling creeping long massive stares out through apartment archways and up staircases, unwanted gusts of wind and colaunopin won't make it okay, now.

so i felt different once, crazy jagged pattern-thoughts and sudden bursts of night fell through, and now i'm thinking of rash excuses i never made in time to have any reasons (at all) to give you but the truth.

it's a matter of wanting (to be well) now, i hope your (all) alright and i know, i know (fuck) looking me in the eyes was always hard so i don't expect it now and i'm thinking about (working on) never expecting it again.

and i hope it means a little something (you deserve) to know you've changed me.

2003-05-15 | 10:10 p.m.
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