lock in low
driving into the wall
scrapes of paper
with drawings of little men
skinny and bent
twisted lettering about something
missing one thing to the next
neglecting care and keeping
you've ached me
and charged
you've turned one headed
sided with not saying no
passive yet firm to touch
yet it's not enough
recently i'm looking like the little boy
you're looking like the little girl
calling me ugly
to make me feel pure
i've missed you for one thing
i've missed you like what's done on the inside
throw away another piece of confession
just tight enough for someone one to unfold
A contest entry
- this is an interview. by Diseased Mind.
700 points, ended October 30, 2008, 19 entries
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