I have been,
Staring at this god damn,
Screen for so long,
Wondering when,
She’s going to get
Tired of me.
The paper,
Remember the paper
Between your fingers,
As you felt the paper,
And you fell apart with
Each word from some,
Other voice.
My voice in your head,
That you can’t see.
Or sleep.
Until she finishes her
Song.
Everytime, she breaks
Me with her silence.
An echo in the
Dark, a puddle in the
Rain.
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