I have no alibies
no excuses
nothing to lean on
no one to talk to
nothing to ask for
that i'd deserve.
I need nothing
no one
just myself
and this paper
a pen that runs ink
no longer blood
from healed scars.
Its comfortable
the lonliness
the dark
the scratching of ink and sheet
the half lucid dreams
of a long drunken haze
and the sidewalk sonata's echo.
I miss you too
and I so miss the scratching of ink and sheet
I am writing about that
we need to talk
Much Love
Ashley