i dont kno what to feel <br />everything in the room looks plastic <br />all the words fell from his mouth <br />like petals of iris unfolding <br />but not as pretty <br /> <br />how to be now <br />what to say and do <br />i've never felt this way <br />and never want to again <br /> <br />so if come back <br />am i to just say yes <br />like nothing ever happened? <br />who does that? <br /> <br />cant act as if not one fiber attatched <br />itself <br />i cant be cordial <br />i cant be civil <br />i want what i wanted <br />but it doesnt happen that way <br /> <br />im still coughing <br />and a little hole is burning <br />through my chest <br /> <br />something on the inside <br />is bleeding... <br /> <br />i cant translate this language <br />that you're speaking......<br /><br />Camilla Manda Vee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-first-time-is-the-last-time/
