i'm picking up my clothing
from the floor and hastily
packing them into a small bag.
i'm taking off,
without notice to the ones
who will miss me most.
my mind is no longer able
to give time that i do not have
to the ones who would take that time
and cash it in,
only to reject the profit,
and spend pointless nights
with another soul.
i refuse to spread my self out again,
at least for now.
in hopes that someday,
my love will find it's way back to me.
blissfully,
i rest my head.
for the last few nights i have here,
i will keep you
away from my thoughts,
and most importantly my person.
--
i never thought you to be so noxious.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 5:08 PM UTC
i'm picking up my clothing
from the floor and hastily
packing them into a small bag.
i'm taking off,
without notice to the ones
who will miss me most.
my mind is no longer able
to give time that i do not have
to the ones who would take that time
and cash it in,
only to reject the profit,
and spend pointless nights
with another soul.
i refuse to spread my self out again,
at least for now.
in hopes that someday,
my love will find it's way back to me.
blissfully,
i rest my head.
for the last few nights i have here,
i will keep you
away from my thoughts,
and most importantly my person.
--
i never thought you to be so noxious.
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