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By taintedone Date: 2001 Oct 18 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.18.21.34.16055]] |
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Dear Justin (though your name now means nothing dear to me): How DO you sleep at night? Knowing that your hand firmly twists and splits my heart at every moment, and still to seem to love to see it bleed. Do you lie to me? Or do you honestly believe, for those two second when your little-boy crystal eyes are poring deep into my drab green ones, that you mean what you say? I am so glad it was dark in the room the night you told me I was beautiful because I couldn't bear to know that you meant it as a lie, too. There's nothing you could do to make me stop liking you. Remember, I tried once before. No one feels like anything to me except you - I can't even feel anyone else's kisses. There's so much I would do for you just to see you see me. But you never do see me for what I am, and I'm fairly sure you never will. The hilarity of all this is that four days ago you wre my (first) boyfriend and today I can't even bear your cell phone message. How does that happen? What switch in your head shuts off your heart and mind to me? Show me, because I'd give anything to use it on you. You don't know sleepless nights, listless days, empty smiles - until someone does this to you. I'm not sure if this is a love letter or a hate one - I feel so much of both for you. I feel everything for you. Shame you are hollow inside. All of Me, (name withheld) |