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Things are not well in the snowy highlands of the Gate, though tere be no real snow to tread upon. There is still frost and cold and stillborn flowers, budded all too soon... Vile bile vomiting up and steaming on the pavement below me, I knwo too soon what is happening to me. I have isolated myself because I have been alientated. I do not want this. I do not want this. You aren't here for me anymore, you take me for granted, you don't even realize that I am here and that god help me I love you. What hath I done, oh my Empire? Sould I serve him the Exiler on the full moon in the hopes that I will finally conquer and win? Stop hurting me, just stop it. Why can't you just need me? Why can't you just love me? Why can't you just make me feel real? You don't love me. You don't know what love is. Not really...deep inside, you don't truly love me. I love you. I love you so much it hurts me inside when I think about it. It grows too big for me to contain. I'm going to explode. I do things, little things, I do the little things that matter. I try. I love. I support. I make you feel needed and loved. I should just quit loving you. You're not good enough for me anyhow...I need to find a man who sees what he has before him, and who knows that this floating world is just a dream. Just a dream. Hold on to me, whoever you are. Hold onto me and keep me safe.... Post a comment in response: |
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