Thursday, August 09, 2007
One day.
It's been one day.
and i'm already breaking.

We're both online.
But not speaking.
and all i've got is the message she sent.


oh dear lord, how i miss.
she says she's afraid.
then i'm terrified.
one day and it's this bad.

my legs go weak everytime. Everytime.

in heat, cold, comfort or fear.
rapture never felt this new.


and bent and broken i whisper, dear.
let me know there's no one but me and you.