September 2009
18 posts
Feelings.
How do you choose between them? I love you, I hate you. I hate you for loving me and I hate you for hating me. You could write a song and I’d sing along but the words mean nothing, finally I realize your words mean nothing. Late night phone calls, bed time stories, your laugh, your smile through the phone. All this past doesnt make up the future. You dont make up my future. I read so many...
“So many nights I feel the empty space where you were never there to begin with....”
“Why is my heart not letting me let go of something that wasn’t meant to be? Why...”
I'm doing fine.
Just sometimes I think of you. Like when I roll over and you’re not there. Or a stranger’s hand brushes mine. Or a fleeting memory photographed in my mind pops up. Those are the worst. That’s when I can smell you, feel you. It’s crippling really.
But I’m fine.