fuck you...this is my last wind
you say you love me
do you mean it?
do you really mean it when you look me in the eyes and tell me that?
im not your fucken wife.
if you wanted me to be here forever, well, you had your chance.
i loved you.
LOVED.
past tense. and now what?
yes, i do want to leave here, tonight i do.
"i think i just fell off the fence"
what the fuck do you get out of telling me shit like that? fall off the fence, do it. i dont fucken care, just make sure you hit your head on the concrete, and guess who wont be there to help you pick up the peices.
why do i lie to myself about this?
i love you.
yes...i do.
cant let that one thing go and now that i have someone in my life i cant seem to get it together for her.
in my head.
you and i are together.
i hope you dont sleep with me tonight.
but i want you to.
but i dont.
where is she?
i want to cut.
why? it doesnt make sense.
does anything relaly make sense anymore?
no.
i think that it does. but really, it doesnt.
i want it to, but i dont think that it really does.
i dont know where i am right now.
all i know is that there are keys under my fingers, and sound flowing into my ears.
sound that is firmiliar to me, but yet, confuses me.
the sound of your fingers on the keys.
i want to hit myself with your lap top and make you watch me bleed.
what the fuck is my problem?
sleep while i clean YOUR fucken house.
this isnt my house anymore.
and once again, im not where i belong.
why cant you just fucken love me?
because i dont have the body you want?
i can have a beautiful heart and soul...love you like no other, but yet, you dont want me because of how i look...i now thats how it is.
just waiting for that perfect little ball of insanity to cross your path again.
fuck her.
not me.
ill just leave, and youll cry and beg me to stay.
but ill leave.
ill leave you.
and ill grin.
Posted by stillinsilence
at 1:14 AM EST