Siting quietly at the
crowded station.
Waiting for
this feeling
to stop racing like
a train.
On the tracks of my strung out heart.
I'm trying to forget your name.
Just let me get my drink on
and
I
should
be good on that.
Colder than January's breathe,
the silence of our empty room
has made me bitter.
January's Breathe. I'm cold cause you left my heart open.