Monday, January 10, 2011

I don't get you.

Why do you always do this?

I don't have any tears left to cry.

Loving you is like taking a shot of Novacaine to the heart.

(numbing and really stupid)


You are not my friend. I cannot pretend anymore.

You didn't want me to talk. I gave back your words. The letters, the notes. I ripped them in half, but you'd already broken all those words and promises.

I'm done.

1 comment:

  1. oh, hold on... just hold on for better times. They're out there.

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