Late night writing. (4-27-10)

Did I do this?

Did I make you this way?

You don't care like you used to and it's killing me inside.

The glare from your eyes wraps around my heart and turns me so cold.

I want to be warm again.

I want you to love again and be free.

How do I get you to be the man you used to be?

The one that cared about me and my feelings?

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Sometimes I lay awake at night and write. It doesn't always have something to do with what is going on in my life and is mostly just the inside of my head. Feelings of past, present or even feeling what I think friends may be feeling.