Dont think cuz were talking; we're friends.
So its been six months. My life has gone from clean and neat and somewhat simple. To some shamble and my hands bleed as I pick up the sharp peices that I dont want to leave behind.
Scratched and swollen some I pick up only to throw back. Love? I thought I knew what it was about. Now I think I might just be creeping out some poor guy Im working with. I told him I loved him today. In a round about way. But he knows.
And its not just some guy I work with. is it? Is it just my rebound guy? Today I thought of Clay. Like really thought of him. His smell, the way his skin felt. I missed it. Maybe he was right. Maybe when everyone is telling you how to feel you will. And maybe I did.
I dont want to care anymore. Thats all I do. And thats all I am.