Friday, March 30, 2012

More snow.

I changed this winter.
I got mean.

I made fun
I made out
with her
right in front of you.

I stopped tipping
stopped holding the door
cut in line
I left when I knew you needed me.

I didn't look
didn't like
didn't try and
didn't care.

Let them come to me.

but that didn't work
and all that's left
is a cheap mattress
a squeaky bed frame
and a cat that loves to spoon.

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