Unbalanced feelings are what dominates this night
One-sided feelings are what dominates my mind
Blood stained carpets
and tear stained pillows are all I know
Atrophied fingers do not write poetry
They just spread the sickness
From my mind to yours
Until it poisons you
Like I've poisoned myself
Poisoned minds lead to poisoned hearts
Why else would I try to convince myself that you don't care?
Why do these thoughts matter to me at all?
Your guess is as good as mine
Saturday, July 12, 2003
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