Friday, July 16, 2010

Friday Afternoon. I can't look at my Phone again.

sometimes he is mean
sometimes he forgets where he is.
sometimes he is sick
sometimes he is going bald
sometimes his legs are too thin
sometimes he manipulates me
sometimes he makes me feel bad
sometimes he lies
sometimes he calls and wakes me up.

Why do I care?
Why can't I let him go?
Why are there some people that just don't make sense?
Why when you know that they don't work for you, why do you keep them around?

Why do some people stick to you like glue
and no matter how hard you shake, no matter how hard you pull they just don't come off.

You fit into me,
like a needle
stuck into my arm
a needle
poisining me,
but one I am not sure how to pull out