Nov 04, 2005 16:29
Treat me like a dog... I'll come home to you.
Damn. I can't do this to myself. I just can't. It'd be the best thing for me if I could just knock myself out right now and not think again.
I've done the dependency before. I don't want to need someone so desperately. Not another time. It always ends badly for me. I need her. She calms me like nothing else. She makes me happy.
How dare she! *gasp*
Like Neruda says...
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Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
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In this part of the story, I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love
because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
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