Tuesday, 26 April 2011

misery loves resolutions, too.

miserable over nothing
except being miserable,
i scare him away
and the camera drops,
leaving me
alone.

i get ready for bed,
contemplate counting the blackheads
on my nose,
but haven't the
patience
to.

walking back to my room,
silence ceases to exist;
the crowds are laughing
while a home
breaks
apart.

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