breathing in
the memories that float
in the stuffy sauna air of my orange bedroom.
the pain that she feels is the pain that
she tries so hard.
just to be supportive.
to be fun and to be something he wouldnt mind being around more.
but all that she gets is
pushed aside.
and forgoten.
She is the brown crayon now.
and she is dull.
Now comes the time to find a way to make him want to color
tree trunks.
and aurbun hair.
and even dog poop.
Just for a little attention.
so her lungs dont keep filling with these painful memories.
1:08 am - Friday, Jun. 14, 2002
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