I want passion all I get is comfort...
I hate him. I hate everything... yes, everything, even you. I want to wake up from this thing that is killing me, and not letting me die. I want passion not comfort. You use me like some would use a blanket. You hold me and take care of me tell me you love me... but I can be replaced. So I start pulling away, slowly at first then before you know it I am gone. Vanished into the air. You fall to your knees. Wish you had just been there when I needed you the most. But it's too late. I gave up, not on you, but on myself. I'm not worth it. I'm not worth it. I'm not worth it. I can be replaced. I can be ignored. I can be forgotten. You do it everyday. And everyday tears fall soundlessly onto the pillows we rest our heads on... you pretend to not notice. You make me feel empty. You make me happy. You make me mad. You make me hate. You make me love you with all of my heart. I don't know who I am so I'll be someone else. I'll prance around like everything is fine. Kind smiles, warm hugs, and friendly kisses. Inside I'll be bitter, full of hurt and venom, spitting and hissing like an alley cat. When you touch me, in your mind you are holding her. She has the part of you that I want, the part I'll never have. Passion. It's wasted there. I will cherish it. So give it away so it can be lost in hate and apathy. I don't doubt that you love me but I doubt that you know me.
'You must put these dreams aside, they will only break your heart.'
<3 girly-poo
You are going
to lose me if
you don't look
for me.