on this day.

buy me a shiny new machine
that runs on lies and gasoline
and all those batteries we stole from smoke alarms,
and disasseembles my dispair,
it never took me anywhere,
it never once bought me a drink.
- the weakerthans.


someone close to someone who was close
to me has died
and i don't even know how to be
a friend anymore.

and i can't decide which is sadder.
but if you're reading this, i'm sorry.
(even though you're probably not.)
but maybe someone who is close to you now
will tell you that i'm sending you an e-hug
and i wish things weren't the way they are
and i know how much he meant to you
and i know you lost your heart today
and that i wish i could take your pain and
swallow it whole for you.
also that i'm sorry that it's come to
blogging on the internet to tell you that
i love you
and i wish i could be there for you
but i know it'd be too akward
to have me around.
but i'm here.
you have my number.
i only live 12 minutes away.
remember? we timed it.



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