sorry, i just choked.
sometimes people get to me.
they're nasty.
they distract me from peace.
if i were a bigger part of your life,
we could have conversations without the telephone
and know exactly when to say goodbye.
yet im left constantly wondering
if you'll ever
let me in.
we are in between / maybe friends.
this is what happens when you hide your feelings.
you miss people by hours
and you think thoughts that have been thought to death.
there is nothing else.
what's your name again?