{i} [hurt] {myself} [again today]

eyes lay shut, lashes fall on virgin cheeks
lip corners give little peeks
say it again, i couldn't quite hear
whisper again, into my ear
laugh and joke, lots of fun
smiles bright, outshine the sun
open eyes, indecent exposure
smile, cant lose composuture
cant let them know how it feels
keeping it fake is keeping it real
the pain, the curses, the lonley
smile with lips only

-sighs and kicks the floor- stop asking me, people, i don't have a crush on tony. why do you people think i do?

anyway, to Mrs. P, who is now starting to read my blog again, -waves-.

in other news.. i'm not feeling up to writing everything, the poem above took all my last mental energy.

'night 'night.

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