Wednesday, October 19, 2011

B-R-E-A-K U-P


“I love you”’ say I

“It’s claustrophobic”’ says he

“Let me help you”, say I

“I’m choking”’ says he

“Let me do something, baby”, say I

“I am dying”, says he

“Baby, listen to me...” say I

He interrupts, “Move over! Let me breathe”


I – fallen. Hurt. He accuses.

I cry. He walks away.


He won’t care. I won’t listen.

Both - separate.

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