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By mandilove Date: 2005 Aug 27 Comment on this Work [[2005.08.27.21.46.17512]] |
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Speed so fast it felt like I was drunk. Why do I let myself listen to this song? I get depressed, and so I just let myself go deeper? It's not that I've ever forgotten the memories associated. I don't want to forget them... but, I don't want to remember them either. It was such a bad night, but it's the night I fell in love. But, it was such a bad night. And, love from such is never a good story. I couldn't even move... the most drugs my body has ever seen... my family fell apart, and I broke down right in front of him, and he held me when he absolutely didn't have to... I, I had a feeling that I belonged, And, I had a feeling I could be someone... And, the love wasn't true; the love was only comfort that I clung to because he babied me; for once I was being taken care of, not taking care of. He kept up with it because it was his last chance to ignore his own reality. Plus, he never loved me: For me it was comfort; for him it was convenience. I was okay with that. But, sometimes I miss the embrace. That's all. Leave tonight or live and die this way. |