Thursday, September 08, 2005



there was something different when you met me up for breakfast this morn.
you saw me in a different light, i could feel it.
i was happy, i didn't want our time to end, it was nice. but nice is all it was, wasn't it.
i don't know anymore. i'm done playing catch.
what's in your heart? i'd like to know.
leave now if you're going to. spare me the ache, please.

i miss you, damnit.

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