and you say that all the time.
i should be grateful.
rushing to help you before you even call.
i'll miss you when
you're gone
you say that all the time.
well my eyes sting and my
throat feels like
it's on fire.
my chest is tight and my narrow shoulders are heavy.
despite your grand promises; i'm still so lonely.
perhaps i'll miss it.
i'll probably miss it.
but it'll be in some
deluded, distant way.
the way that traumatic
memories are buried in the
mind and only the bearable ones linger.
with time i'm sure even those sad nights will
glimmer.
so you're
right. i'm going
to miss this.
some day, some how even this
pain will glow.
