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By empyrean Date: 2003 Feb 26 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.26.23.09.25067]] |
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With the pain of a thousand knives your words cut deeply the thought that you could no longer love me becomes slowly, too much to bear the stinging in my eyes tells me that this is the end to think that i could have so blindly fallen encompassed by your many words when the entire time you served these words to another, with no thought of consequence crushed. I'm left with a torn heart and very little more how can i be expected to pull myself out of this dark abyss? how easy is it to blame myself put the responsibility of this on me the neverending questions was it something I said? something i did? something i could have done? something i DIDN'T do? but no. this is YOUR mess. I'll leave you to clean it up on your own. |