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Monday, June 9, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
I've played a whore and a mistress.
I've done lying, hypocrisy and telling on.
All that's left is to be a damsel in distress.
Maybe if I'd done that earlier, you wouldn't have to leave.
When bad things happen, you always think you might have averted them if you'd been a better person.
Where did that kind of primitive logic originate from?
I'm not quite sure why the anger is directed at you. You're just as much torn at having to go, as I am. But hell. I never asked to be here, and I never asked to belong to you.
You were too young to settle down, and now you're too young to die as well.
I've done lying, hypocrisy and telling on.
All that's left is to be a damsel in distress.
Maybe if I'd done that earlier, you wouldn't have to leave.
When bad things happen, you always think you might have averted them if you'd been a better person.
Where did that kind of primitive logic originate from?
I'm not quite sure why the anger is directed at you. You're just as much torn at having to go, as I am. But hell. I never asked to be here, and I never asked to belong to you.
You were too young to settle down, and now you're too young to die as well.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
F.R.I.E.N.D.S.H.I.P.
Pull it down, throw it around.
What you get is horrifyingly more than what you bargained for.
I'm Sorry is too easy to say, but oftentimes all that you can offer.
I could tell you how I honestly never meant to hurt you in the most terrible way I know how. I could tell you to please excuse everything as a result of an impulsive drunken moment. I could even tell you how the subconscious attempted to act as a controlling device by bringing in a third party as a meagre safeguard against inflicting even more pain.
I can't.
Not when I plunged the knife, and averted my gaze.
I loved you.
Our memories were not for nought.
Yet...
I'm Sorry.
I don't need forgiveness.
I need an exorcism for what's within.
Pull it down, throw it around.
What you get is horrifyingly more than what you bargained for.
I'm Sorry is too easy to say, but oftentimes all that you can offer.
I could tell you how I honestly never meant to hurt you in the most terrible way I know how. I could tell you to please excuse everything as a result of an impulsive drunken moment. I could even tell you how the subconscious attempted to act as a controlling device by bringing in a third party as a meagre safeguard against inflicting even more pain.
I can't.
Not when I plunged the knife, and averted my gaze.
I loved you.
Our memories were not for nought.
Yet...
I'm Sorry.
I don't need forgiveness.
I need an exorcism for what's within.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
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