as soon as you become to feel comfortable... that is when the rug is pulled from under your feet. just as the table setting begins to look as you imagined... it is all displaced.
maybe our universe is just a projection.
see where i am going with this?
i am talking crazy.
i have gone mad.
i called out of work today because i couldn't even work up enough energy to get there.
we woke up in tousled mess of arms and legs
maybe we took it too far.
he doesn't plan to stay over
but he never leaves.
we cuddle too well... it is nauseating.
we are making each other
the knife was placed in my stomach
and he twisted it...
"i might not be here when you get back..."
i already knew this.
until then... the poison continues to run through our veins.