Listening to the fan moan, The ceiling cracks with delight. I pull the blankets over my head, To face another lonely night. I toss, I turn. I yell your name. Yet, you do not run to me. Im having another nightmare, But it isnt a dream. Its reality. The alarm buzzes with exuberance, I get up to brush my teeth. I grab the phone. Maybe if I call, You will fall back in love with me. No, thats silly, I tell myself, Hop in the shower and cry. Hold the razor close too my wrist, And hope to god I die. It paints the curtain red, Screams stick to me like paper glue. This never would have happened if I hadnt fallen in love with you.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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