Monday, July 28, 2008
The cold hotel room could not compare to your heart of ice.
21st birthday. Destitute and forlorn. An outsider in a foreign land.
sick in a cold hotel room.
sick of the unringing phone.
sick of your condescending tone.
sick of the shivers down my bone.
sick of thinking of home.
sick of being alone.
ugly memories set in stone.
She slaps at 10:52 PM