These are my thoughts. They are for me. For the me now, and the me to be.
I don't always make sense, and I like living that way.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Because, It's hard not to talk to you

Because it's hard not to talk to you,
not to ask you why.
You tempt me.
You're holding me back.
Because you're so cruel,
yet so innocent.
You blind me.
You're not making sense.
Because it kills me,
to have all these questions unanswered.
You had me.
You've been here before
and you know how this ends
before it's ending
but you do it again, anyway

Because you just can't face truth, yourself.


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