oh, i already miss you singing like this overthephone.

Friday, Dec. 06, 2002 | 9:15 a.m.

don't sell out or cop out. why are you downplaying what you feel? you should never settle for less.

you do this to yourself, you know.

read me the printed words that will never come from my pen. remind me of all the ways i don't measure up. force me into the depths of ineloquence.

if i say it's your fault, does that make me innocent again?

and this "it never mattered anyway" nonsense is really starting to get to me...

i want to know what would happen if suddenly eight of my worlds overlapped.

i still don't know what i'm supposed to do when you're gone.

I Love You, very much, I just hope I let you know that enough.

i'm sorry that i'll never be a poet.