it worries me this kind of thing

how you hope to live alone

and occupy your waking hours

we're taking sides again

i just wept i couldn't understand

why you started this again

every day you send me more

what makes it worse is this plan of yours

to ensure I don't forget

I'd write and tell you that I've burnt them all

but you never send me your address

and i've kept them anyway

so don't ask me if I think it's true

that communication can bring hope to those

who have gone their seperate ways

it hardly touched me when it should have then

and memories are uncertain friends

when recalled by messages

coded messages always hurt


messages poision