Damnit, I'm at crossing at a pivotal point in that I need to make a conscience decision to never go back, I could love you forever and I could say I'd wait forever but I have a life to live that doesn't involve maybe's and flaky desicion making. You think...I don't know what you think, I don't know you anymore. I literally don't know who you are anymore. I am but stranger at your door, with words that meant something but they don't mean shit anymore. I can ponder, I can hope, I can try to do things that will help me cope but I don't want to know you anymore. Everyday traces of you chip away, yesterday I forgot how I met you, today I don't recognize your smile, and tomorrow well tomorrow who knows what else might wash away.
Its not ok but there isn't much I can do about it anyway.
Its not ok but there isn't much I can do about it anyway.
1 comment:
i think writing helps us to figure out how we feel. and knowing other people are reading what we write, no matter how messy our hearts are at the time, helps us to remember we are real and alive.
i'm casting my vote for you to keep writing. i don't comment often but i read everything and i think it's beautiful.
my word verification: rundaway
that's kinda funny.
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