Licking wounds is all you can do while you wait, while the other can swoon. Much too soon for someone new, but just watch how soon they'll swoon back to you. Though when they wait they seems to always over sleep. Waking up to someone absent from the bedroom, thinking about the mistakes made. I still have all the flowers you gave me, by now they've weathered to dust. All of the stress, all the regrets. Words left on read, guess something are better left unsaid. Wounds left unsealed, bullets lodged in vital cells. Might as well have been there to hold the gun. Blasting my peaceful existence, giving way to the real fun. It's why Im caged in my room so I don't have to run, pictures and creatures in my room staring at me till the suns back up. The spilt "love" in the music my ears have heard, rung, trails of blood spilling out. Matching the ones that come from my sockets when I look back at the "one", but that's a wound that needs to heal. So tell me, do you feel how I feel.
-A fake name carved in the sand.
