Jan 05, 2005 17:46
we're "on a break". i'm not too sure what that means, but all i know is that i initiated it and all i can do is lay on my floor and wallow in self pity. i haven't been able to take murder by death out of my stereo for weeks. god i hope he doesn't read this.
i'm waiting for you to call me. to see you again. to say that you never ever want to let me go, and that you've been waiting for me all of your life. that you'll never look back to your past, and that you can't go on without me in your future. i will give up everything. lay down it all on the line, just to be with you and only you. i know i'm being selfish. i want both. i can't decide between the past and the present. i'm caught inbetween the inhale and the exhale. i love the way your lips taste of metal and nicotine. i love the way you press the cigarette against your lips, and watch me with your eyes. i love the way you whisper into my ear. i love the way you're so different than anyone i have ever wanted to be with.
im going to hell. but im taking the renaissance with me.