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| Happy's Poems 7 |
| Alone Alone, Chairs left empty, Faces that once watched me here now have gone away, Eyes turn sullen, Sullen eyes locked in to my head, Stuck inside the picture frame of my mind, To leave, To leave me here alone and with myself, And yet the one I want to leave, The one I can't deal with, The only one that stays, And here, With empty chairs and sullen eyes, Just me, myself, And I Ex-Friend Hopeless nothing, Withered mass of useless flesh, Burning pile of living excriment, Feelingless blob, Plastic one in a world of barbies, Head over heels and landing on your face, Worthless, Hate you, Kill you, Miss you, Want you, Hurt you, Leave you, Lose you, Gone Missing Twisting in the agonizing wind of your absense, Gasping and grasping, Wishing you were here, Standing in the luke warm putred waste of our relationship, You want things to be different, Just like they were, Throwing away the pieces of my heart you broke off, Wanting not, Me, you want him, I'm sinking in this ever growing sea of broken promises, I miss you how we were, I miss us how you were, Floating, away on the breeze of your regret, And missing, Everything and all |
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