Monday, June 6, 2011

Please go away

I've been doing really well.
Then you just have to look at me, don't you?
You remember me, and I faint in the midst of the bliss.
I turn to dust, and you look away.

You really don't have to be kind to me.
Why do you drink from the glass I offer, only to return it half full?
Please go away. Just, go away.

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