things don't get much lonelier than this
ghosts knocking on my door at 2 a.m.
after leaving him to sleep
i sat in confusion
about the words he said to me
all so incoherent and strange
just last week i wondered how and when
the news would be broken
opened with a flower...
sealed with a kiss?
wrong
how foolish i can be
how stupid i was to think
you could care about someone like me
psychotic neurotic masochistic girls
aren't for you
so you'd be doing yourself a favor, really
by staying away from me
how stupid i was to think
you could care about someone like me
psychotic neurotic masochistic girls
aren't for you
so you'd be doing yourself a favor, really
by staying away from me
Jessica, you are so beautiful inside and out. I know how you feel, saying this line in this poem. I know what this is about. I just want you to know...