Saturday, August 7, 2010

From last night

my nails looked like shit
but I liked them that way
all trashy-lookin' and chipped
I was picking at them
when I noticed you
out of the corner of my eye
watching me
yet keeping safe distance
I settle my heart
straw stirring
your lips hardly ever form smiles
next to you I am so small
a bit of ash on the floor below you
and even if you sweep me away
at least you'll have noticed me

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