silentbob she who ran away and wanted me to chase her
she who wanted me to come up to her room
she who continuously found my hand in drunken clarity
who never ceases to surprise me with phone calls
who keeps making me smile
who kisses better than anyone
who keeps me coming back every time
who i miss sometimes
unhinged i can't help but taste bile at the thought
and torture myself
wondering what it is
that makes her better than me

same story
same dialogue
different boy
left behind
dirty and crying
unhinged (or maybe it's more like a monologue) 080805
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