Sometimes getting words from you
is like pulling teeth,
and how can you speak with blood
pooling in your mouth?

I know you're playing out your
tragi-disasters, spinning that
old-style, film reel 'round your
experiences.

But I only see shadows at
the corner of my eyes -
silhouette secrets on your lips.

It may sound egotistical,
but I deserve more than this.
(The problem, however seems to be that
I can't tell which of us is the most selfish)

21.07.2011
9.49am