|2 January 2010 Mitch
Author: mate.feed.kill.repeat PM
read.Rated: Fiction M - English - Drama/Tragedy - Words: 162 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 2 - Published: 02-08-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2773238
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a/n: an email i sent to mitch on a shitty fucking night
but i can't get this out of my head: it's emotional
i wanted to talk to you tonight, i wanted to know you were there. but i couldn't. i didn't know how to ask.
& now? & now(&now&now&nowi'mchoking&)i want to d i e.
my brain won't stop making lyrics, making lines—the only way
i cope when i'm so stressed, when i can't think, when i can't
you're all i've got but
do i really have you? do i really? i feel
(iwantto b r e a k intoamilliontinypieces.)
(w i l l y o u b e a b l e t o
p u t m e b a c k together t o m o r r o w m o r n i n g ?)