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By iammyself Date: 2006 Jul 08 Comment on this Work [[2006.07.08.21.48.20462]] |
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I am here now, with my unrelenting loneliness. What promise we once had, has been distilled to this. How many vile things have you to say to me now? How many bitter curses still drip from your mouth? We had it all then, or so I thought. Climb out on a limb you said, I did, it broke - you broke. Now I listen to Peter Gabriel's Here Comes the Flood, feeling the words and the rhythm wash over me. It's hard, it's hard. Now all I have are my memories and my thoughts. How could I have been so wrong? How could I have believed, finally, and so deeply, that a better life was possible? Well, I guess it no longer matters. You no longer love me, nor like me - or so you said. I still love you though, and always will. And no, I'm not sorry I knew you. You'll always be a part of me. |