difranco

It was the most possible outcome, for me to be left behind from the tide. Just as it timidly crept and left against the shallow wall. i watched sat on a train, fixated with another small wall a little out to sea. made of pebble stones. i wanted to sit there, till my fingers and mouth were blue and numb... to prove i was alive. to prove to you i still could.

i think my heart is broken, no one is picking up the phone when i call it. all to be heart is a shattered dialing tone. the dull drone of forced anticipation before the end.

i waited, but it never came.
sometimes i think i might wait forever.