Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Flavor of the week
Oh love,
Was I merely your
Flavor of the week,
My week having been up
Months ago?
This fool hangs on to
The invisible threads
Of an unraveling "friendship."
I have my pockets full
Of questions,
I sit, saturated in doubt,
Saying nothing,
Pantomiming feeling, you
Were a slit in my skin, was
I anything significant to you?
June 23 2009
Was I merely your
Flavor of the week,
My week having been up
Months ago?
This fool hangs on to
The invisible threads
Of an unraveling "friendship."
I have my pockets full
Of questions,
I sit, saturated in doubt,
Saying nothing,
Pantomiming feeling, you
Were a slit in my skin, was
I anything significant to you?
June 23 2009
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Flavor of the week
Flavor of the week