Jan 02, 2006 23:11
I keep telling myself that you weren't listening. You didn't hear me. You thought I wasn't being serious. I'm just trying to make things seem like they never happened. I'm trying to make everything seem alright again.
But it's not alright. Because no matter what we call it, we cannot take away what is the truth. We cannot take away the events of that night.
I always said how I wanted to die in your arms. But I wasn't expecting this.
I wish I could turn back time. Erase all this. Forget it ever happened. But some wounds are too deep to heal. The scar won't let us forget. It won't let me forget.
But I feel somewhat responsible. Like you're not to blame. That's obviously false.
We need to talk about this. I want to know exactly what was going through your mind. What was your motivation.