marți, 3 februarie 2009

As if it doesn't hurt anymore, I try to erase from my memory the pain and tears; laying here helpless trying to find him somehow, under my sheets.

It's a terrible thing to live every day as if it's your last one. Terrible thing. Terrible not to have a plan, an idea about where you're going.. and who's waiting for you, when you reach your destination.

I love it when it rains so heavily... I can wash away all my sins... all those things I did to him, all the pain I caused that little soul.. that little heart that I killed. I wish it'd known how much i loved it. And I wish I'd known in time how much it loved me back.

Seeing both of our souls lost.. although we both have amazing lives ( separately). Now the only thing that unites us is pain. And its sad how we cant be  happy with anyone else... its sad how we're only happy when we're together, although we make each other miserable.. its sad how even sex is good only with you.. and kisses taste blueberry only when I'm touching your lips.

Why? Why must my heart beat only for him?  He yells at me and calls me names trying to show he's over me; yet, there's nothing I wouldnt give to hold him one more time. I brag about my new boyfriend and call him names trying to show his words mean nothing; yet, he never left.
We made each other miserable [ever since we broke up] but our hearts beat faster only when we're together.

It's a curse. Or maybe it's a blessing... that we cant be happy with anyone else. Maybe that's why this cold rain feels so blissful.. it's washing away all my sins... all of them my love.

Just come home.




* No, this isn't meant to be for anyone.

                             Maybe for my unseen better half...*    



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