Oct 11, 2004 22:30
So here it is only 10 o'clock and you do not even know where we stand.
I wait for you to call me and you never do.
Just like old times.
Dread fills my throat and chokes me.
Nothing can ever be the same between us.
I cannot help the way your friend feels for me.
I cannot stop the feeling for him.
I do not want to be with you anymore.
I wish you could just understand and accept me being on my own.
It has been so long since I smiled.
He made me feel wanted again.
I have been sick for so long and now it is time to start over.
You need to stop looking at me in the past.
That isn't who I am anymore.
That wasn't who I wanted to be.
Some rich suburbian whore.
I can get along without you pulling me.
You can get a new lackie.