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Chatterbox

Oh dear
I�ve asked too many questions
I always seem to forget
When a sentence should end
I see why
You�re tired of me

You stare at me
I ask again
You ask if I�m manic
You close the fridge door
You�ve been holding the handle
So hard your knuckles are white

I say I�m not
You turn your head
Looking into the dark dining room
I see now the conversation was over
But I ask again
Because I can�t seem to remember
When a sentence should end

You let out a cry
It�s deranged and pained
Like a snared animal
I feel it again
On the tip of my tongue
You�re gone before
I can ask again

It�s quiet
Never silent while I�m there
You never understand why
I wasn�t like you
I�m half of you
Made from you

You handed me
Mania and shards of glass
Born with green eyes
A tongue and teeth
Too large to fit in my mouth

I must be crazy
To ask over and over again
To sleep in the heat
To close my eyes around you
Oh dear

My apologies.