Author: becquerel PM
empty, like your words, like everything you'll ever say, to her. to me. /fragment/Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 64 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-23-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3007564
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i saw an empty seat today, somber wooden chair, covered in nicks and dents and worn with age. it smelled like loneliness and wishful thinking, like wanting and needing, needing someone. that someone is you, but you don't need me, so forget it.
forget it all.
(even if i can't, really. i just can't forget you like you want me to.)