Note: Everything in this poem is absolutely true. Every
single part. Even the part about waking up in the middle of the night to
write it. I get inspired like that, right when I'm about to drift off into
sleep I get this sudden inspiration and I have to start writing before I
forget. So anyway. Read it. It got good responses on my online journal. If
you don't want to review, whatever. That's completely understandable too.

(Written at 3:34, Saturday morning, September 20th, 2003.)

I kind of feel broken
And a little twisted
Maybe bent the wrong way
Cuz you think I'm so flexible.

I feel really lonely
Sort of alone, forgotten.
I don't think I can breathe
Without trying too hard.

And this is because
My eyes won't close when I'm trying to sleep
With all these fucked up images in my head
Of fires and murders and abstract pictures
And this is because
I can't be left to do as I like
And you're choking me too hard
With fake movie morals.
And this is because
The alarm clock reminds me of you
And my body still remembers our song
And picture frames of you are frozen with conjured smiles

And it's all because
I can't stop thinking about you
And the way we used to know each other
And I can't stop waking up in the middle of the night
Just to write about you.