elle bosphora

New Jersey, August 20 - 2004
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I booked the emptiest seat in this bus for a reason
So when somebody sits near me, It’s so quiet they can’t talk
I always use my earpods in noise-cancelling
But doesn’t seem to be working for someone
Who’s trying to let you in

Once they’re there
At the precious seat where
I keep all the distance
I say “Okay, no need for resistance”
So I slide away to the window seat
While passing a crossway

Opening my heart out to a stranger
Who was nice to me in 3rd grade
But I see the face
God, I’ve seen that piece

I know you’re plotting
Your next move out of my line
And right into someone else’s misfortune
You’d think I’d beg
Standing on your deck
Crying my full little heart out
So You’d come to your sense

Put in motion,
The night you left me in the station
I don’t think I flinched,
Nor did I sat there trying to teach
all over my past mistakes
I dust myself off
And put on the bandages so it doesn’t hurt
Knowing I’ll be taking it off anyway
in no time

I amble out of the station
Considering my situation
Rewinding my past all over again

Knowing what hurt me wasn’t at the station,
But an old companion
in the huge mansion
in the heart of another state.
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