my memory is cruel.
cause i can't forget all the times, all the words, all the ways you made me feel like I was a star in the night sky.
It's killing me, so just kill me. Please.
written at 4:07 PM
comforted.
sweet wrappers fall out of the sky I'm in my jacket again, and you knew I'd be cold in the sun. as always.
today i sat in a hole in the wall and watch the moon, cause it reminds me of you, yea in a painful sort of way. cause I kept praying I'd see you and you'd meet me on the last train home.
before, when other's saw it, oh I'd say, hey that's for me, yea. you see that? That's to me, yea. it felt good. but the climax has died out and how I long for them again.
the wind's starting to pick up every piece of me. you ask me where I've fallen. no, not in love, definitely.
written at 6:31 AM
I could.
I could just sit here and cry, thinking of all you made me think of, and all you made me feel.
But, I choose not to. Because I'm not like you.
Instead, I could just sit here and laugh, because I've conquered you, all of you. Every single piece of you that was buried in my soul.
I was your outlet for angst, and you were mine. But once you shut me out, I've done the same. I'm glad I could be of service, but I've got to move on. I can't keep dreaming of you like this forever.
You used me, hurt me and broke me. But now, I'm whole again.
And I could just sit here and look at my screen, knowing -at the other end of this network- you haven't got a clue.
And yea, that meant you went back on your word, bitch.
written at 4:39 PM
Distract.
got tissue and hot tea for stopping the flu but nothing can stop me from thinking of you
got band-aids and plasters for stopping the bleed but nothing can stop me from wanting to need
got a painkiller or two for stopping the pain but nothing can stop me from feeling the rain
got a pillow and radio for stopping the sounds but nothing can stop me from walking these grounds
got a broken song written for stopping my heart but nothing can stop it from feeling this part.
written at 4:27 PM
Away.
Don't worry, babe Touch, sight are sound asleep. We won't miss a thing. Not one moment of what we were where the sun would never set. The sun has set on us. But don't worry, babe We won't miss a thing. Not one day I thought not of you and now I think not of how I once thought. But don't worry, babe. I won't miss you, and we won't miss a thing.
