Sunday, March 29, 2009


New sleeps with reminiscent sounds that frighten me.
Alone again with my thoughts as New thinks that He is awake.
I should already have a hobby in times like these.
Old used to tell me to sleep too.
Only tired of being alone I seek the affection of the one who shares quirks now kisses are perks,
He'd rather me than work, but I am still scared.
Scarred by Old and wanting New to rub cocoa butter on it,
gently to make the pain go away.

Tell me I'm not buggin.

Too emotional for casualties,
this just ain't me.
Carpel tunnel forces ending but thoughts are just beginning.

While New had
The Itis