Sometimes I look at you and wonder when
exactly, when
the beginning of your voice
started sounding like a scratched record
and at what point, exactly,
did your eyes change to being so dark
all of the time
I want to know at what point, then
had you learned to smile so factitiously
and **** in your gut
and pose at the right angle
I want to know, more than anything
when you started being so
miserable
all the time.
And the more I think about it,
about you,
existing,
the more terrified I feel.
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
Sometimes I look at you and wonder when
exactly, when
the beginning of your voice
started sounding like a scratched record
and at what point, exactly,
did your eyes change to being so dark
all of the time
I want to know at what point, then
had you learned to smile so factitiously
and **** in your gut
and pose at the right angle
I want to know, more than anything
when you started being so
miserable
all the time.
And the more I think about it,
about you,
existing,
the more terrified I feel.
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