Saturday, February 07, 2009

Please, get out.
Please, get out.
Please, get out.

You'll burn a hole through my chest.

Please, get out.
Please, get out.

The tears soak through my dress.

Please,
get
out.

I can't live with your weight on my shoulders, your chains around my neck.
Your memory haunts my bedroom, and every other place.
The drives in my car

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