Midnight: Isn't it ironic
it's suddenly clear to me how you've messed with my mind
I am surprised and disgusted and ultimately betrayed,
but why in the world, I wonder, could you have
not warned me ahead of time?
My life is shattered
into millions of pieces.
3:32 A.M.:
I cannot leave alone the memories of us
because the picture frame is coincidentally
made of bullet-proof glass and you need to understand
how this was all a hit or miss.
Maybe you can recognize me
as more than just a speck on this planet Earth.
6:30 P.M.
Decisions made out of impulse often will backfire
but sometimes they are the only kind that
leave you with the result that you desire.
I was never one to rise to the occasion.
deafened.
loud.
strange.
6:32 P.M.
You cannot seem to grasp how time does not heal all wounds
You do not understand the scars on my heart do not fade.
You will not be obliged to do anything further.
We are not involved.
11:19 P.M.
The radio blasts out the news to all
"Two found dead on Northshire Road,
a crime of passion is utterly suspected."
how one person
just happens to
go from sane
to crazy when
left alone
when the intent of
being left was to
prevent insanity?
How do we not see?