Dec 15, 2006 20:45
It's been five weeks and one day.
You've tried.
I've ignored you.
You've given up, again.
I'm okay with youre lack of effort.
Although I still wonder.
Although I still care so much.
Although I am still not over it.
I will never go back.
It will hurt me less and less until I feel nothing.
In one fell swoop it became clear to me,
that I despise you entirely,
Crack open a bottle of red
Let's toast to this here bed
Offer up your hand
My one night, two month, three year stand
And all at once it became clear to me,
that you're allergic to honesty
And you don't even have a friend around
And so my lust is just convenient now