Blurty for Snugglefuck.
|
|||||||||
| Tuesday, September 16th, 2003 |
|
||||
|
you're walking away without a goodbye this time. why is now ever different than before? i know, i'm made of glass and you can see right through me to the Beautiful girl. i hate the i'm so invisible beside her. so invisible beside anyone. am i really so invisible? remember baby, glass breaks......you should know that by know. it shatters and splinters and stabs so hard at itself. i break, Boy. i break easier than i would ever want you to know. i played the fool today so you would talk to me. is this how it's always gonna be? and it means nothing and it's caring the ways you can, but pieces get smaller the more you throw them at the wall. so walk away without a glance back, because you were always best at playing heartless........remember me? that's all i ask. just please, Please--don't for get that i loved you in the ways i was allowed. that sometimes i feel like i have enough heart for both of us. it beats hard and fast and filling until i'm breathing blood and tearing open to push some of it out of me. no, i won't take my sweatshirt of.........because i don't wanna be that girl. |
||||
|
|
|
||||||||
|
i can't remember the last time someone put their hand on my thigh--only to keep me from falling out of Lita as i pulled the door shut--and you have no idea how close you came to really touching. and why am i writing to you? but i can't remember the last time i almost felt.......so close to fully realizing palm on thigh. and i'm glad i grasped at your hand when i did--rubbing your thumb across your ring on my finger--because it becomes too late too soon. and i don't want your hand on my arm because it hurts and all the little things rip apart because you love her.......because the world loves her and i love her too. but i am nothing with out her--i am nothing beside her. they say "go home." and they say "you're not what we want." And they offer to dig your grave--to make it painless as they can. and it all fails because this is the real pain that comes from caring and it lasts too long and the pain you're craving so bad is gone. and something in me broke past the point of curling myself--so small and useless--at the bottom corner of my bed and crying. nothing works right anymore. the only thing that comes is the blood. |
||||||||
|
|
Blurty for Snugglefuck.
|
|||||||||||