and these words roll
like water of a ducks back.
the space under my fingernails filling with grit again
The stains on the carpet spread
not like her legs, no legs at all,
because you can't stand to look at me now.
I wait inside for the tears that don't come
I tried, I keep on trying ,
And nothing keeps on changing
And nothing stays the same
but the taste of aloneness thats sweeter than you know.