angry sad marginalized alienated finished gone

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

transit this

Where were you that night?
Tongue in someone else’s mouth
And for hours you had been looking for me the night before
As I was stuck in traffic
You called her
As I got off the bus
You picked her up
As I walked to the train
You fucked her
As I slip my seven day pass
It slips out when you come.

But you never came.
For me.

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