The Notebook Never Sleeps

Untitled (a poem)

all by myself

in my bed

with paper scattered around, (scenes, acts, dialogue),

and i'm dragging my pen on the paper

not noticing how tired i am.

my back hurts

but i laugh

because i'm young

and i'm not supposed to have back pain.

i guess the back pain's fake,

but not as fake

as the rest of the pain i am feeling.

i mope around my room

and listen to spanish love songs.

i sing with eydie gorme

to a lover that does not exist.

i mess up the lyrics,

and turn red in front of a crowd

that does not exist.