Sweet Crime

June 14, 2003

I can still see you sitting on the bed.
I tried to let you know I'd be alone tonight.
I tried to tell you that if you wrote to me, I'd be right here.
I wanted to make this real tonight, while I'm alone and everything is alright.
The water that drips down the back of my neck is just one more stain
and it is all for you this time
No more to the wonderless times I spent trying to decide if this was real.
I have so much of you in me tonight, I just want to cry.
Make it all right.
You know I shouldn't write when I'm drunk.
Thios is the only time I say what it sound like to talk to you in my head, though.
I have so many infidelities running through my head.
A thousand and one ways to break all the hearts who ever loved me.
A million days to make all that I am come to an end.
A brief reflection on me.
I am coming to conclusions.
I am alone, and I don't feel anything.
That's what I wish was real.
instead, every tear you shed is another piece of what used to be my soul.
Break my heart.
Shatter it again.
Just like last time. But take it deeper this time.