Sunday, 12 October 2008

Title me?

Congratulations
You got my guard up,
I want to thank you for reminding me to always be distant.
Reminding me that detachment is the future.


Here's a subject put up for debate, the ability to feel is sometimes vastly overrated.
Won't somebody prove me wrong? Step up and prove me wrong?


The kindness of strangers, cancelled out by the coldness of friends.

There is nothing like the city by night, and this is too much like us falling apart,
So I'll sleep in railway stations and I'll curse my freezing fingers failing.
They'll surely shatter now if I do the one thing I want to.
To tear at your warm sleeping heart.

There will be forgiveness, but I think this time it's a long way off.
About as far away as I am from home.
As far away as you are from me.

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