You looked different when I knew you. Not so… wax. Like the face in the museum third-grade field trip when all the little girls giggled. They did your hair wrong and it´s irritating. So’s this aching, stabbing in my gut. I want to scream at someone. You were always the nicer one. They'll ask: "How many siblings do you have?" and I honestly won't know. Are you past tense? A story to be gossiped about? Someone’s bragging rights for pain? We’re all so possessive - now. I always followed - toe to...

Tossing and turning, Trying desperately to sleep. It's the only solace, For a broken heart. It’s in the darkness When you haunt me - taunt me. Your voice, your face, your eyes, Torment me to sleep. I’ve finally drifted off. Escaped where you won’t be. But even now I dream of you. There’s no refuge here for me.

You looked different When I knew you. Not so… Wax. Like the face in the museum Third-grade field trip When all the little girls giggled. But wait: don’t I still know you? Or only know of you? Knew you? Another piece of gossip To drift around for awhile? Someone’s bragging rights for pain? We’re all so possessive - Now. Some things still whisper in our ears Long after They’ve bowed their leave. You were cheated From a full cup Of living But if you’d like I can try to do the job.