he told me he loves me
today. thomas. he told me he
loves me. can you believe
that? he told me when he's
bandaging my torn arm - one from
where i cut yesterday night.
he told me (how dare he) he
he can't. he doesn't understand.
because while i have a monster living
in my head, he has his and her name
((poor thomas, i muse.
he keeps falling for the rotten ones))