066. sinking.

and still, sometimes, when i think about it and reminisce,
it makes me sad.



it makes me really sad.






the words that try to justify do far more wrong than anything you do.



suddenly between sheets and eyelids,
i am reminded why i don't do this.
i fall in love far too quickly,
i never want her him to forget me.
when you're gone,
will you call?
will you write?




i tried it once it never caught on,
i was the only one who got burned.
i was the only one who got burned.
i was the only one who got burned.
i was the only one who got burned.