1 am and I'm sitting outside in the cold

Sep 04, 2010 01:55

I'm tired of being infatuated with a fuck up; one that didn't even have the courtesy to be a man and say what he meant.

Hidden messages. Closed doors want slaming. Sleep evades the sleepless whilst the breeze flows through.

Fuck up or not, he said we could be friends. Passion doesn't leave room for friendship, only addiction and now I'm sick. Or stuck.

Sorry for being equally stupid. Sorry for running wild. Sorry for leading along the lost as though I knew the way.

I'm not a shepherd. I'm a sheep in wolf's clothing. Teeth snapping emptily at your heels. We're super - almost heroes but I can't stand it. One more wave and I'm overboard. Don't forget. Don't forget me.

Impossible. Everytime I think I'm free I'm hearing your voice again. Ripping through the walls, through the doors. Flooding my insides again. I hope real love is stronger because this hurts.

Just let me go, let me be free. Trapped, just as I was trying to avoid. There is no way I can go on. How can I close the door without locking my own cage?

Help.

One simple call and I can't do it. No one wants to help me. I'm not deserving. I've taken too much and given nothing in return.

Sharp cold made me feel numb to the heat you've shoved into my hands. Handling warmth, handling fire. The image burned onto my mind. I'm tired of being this bitch you've created.

life

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