By Tanna
Date: 3 August 2000
Bleeding
"What now?"
Two words that sting more than the 500 or so that you hissed at me only moments before; nevermind, I'm going, moving toward the door
"I'm waiting"
So am I, waiting for you to understand, waiting for you to say don't go,I'm sorry, I was wrong, did I hurt you? Waiting for words that I know will never come, be it pride or ignorance. You never say what you know you should, just lash out at what you thought you heard
"Is that all?"
Yes, it's all. All my heart and all my time and all my love that is on the verge of diving off this cliff because you're not being the one. The one you promised to be. The one to calm my fears, to kiss my lips, to dry my tears and heal my wounds. But I'll go, because if I stay, the healing doesn't happen, and I can't cry anymore, the tears are gone. I'm forced to heal my own wound this time and it's going to take a while to find a bandage big enough to cover my heart.
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