Instead of warmth, there’s /
now just an empty, dull ache/
and pain in my heart.http://cyranowriter.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post-new.php?post_type=post#
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Instead of warmth, chill./
There’s just an empty, dull ache/
and pain in my heart.
I wonder how much the/
women on the boulevard /
charge for a good hug.
I wasn’t going to publish this one because it’s too painful … but a friend said I should.
I ask if we can talk.
“I’m sorry, I can’t.
I’m sorry, I’m busy.
Not tonight, I’m tired. I’m sorry.
Not tonight, I’m thinking. I’m sorry.
Not now, maybe later. I’m sorry.
I’m at my folks. I’m sorry.
I can’t tonight. I’m sorry.
I don’t feel like talking. I’m sorry.
I’m caving. I’m sorry.
Now is not a good time. I’m sorry.
I’m busy. I’m sorry.
I’m doing something else. I’m sorry.
I’m tired. I’m sorry.
I’m sore. I’m sorry.
I’m sleepy. I’m sorry.
I’m busy or I would. I’m sorry.
I’m not feeling up to it.
I’m not in the mood.”
What everyone tells me she’s saying is:
“Thanks, but no thanks … sorry!” Or
“I’m not that into you.”
I just wanted to talk. I’m sorry.