Mar 06, 2004 20:41
hey feeling pretty fucking shitty. sitting around on a saturday night,all alone listening to The Cure, and writing incredibly sad, stupid poems.could it get any fucking better?
>here are some<
this is one of the hardest things I'll ever have to do.and please believe my lies when I say I don't like the way your tears fall upon your lips,because baby, theres nothing better than watching you suffer.I know your holding back from screaming out the truth.the honest truth that we're meant to be.you and I both know it.but its over and done with.and I'm too scared to see this through.I'm too scared to spend my forever holding you close."this can’t be it" you whisper.then how come it is?
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I would die for you.and you know something else?I'd kill for you too.so lets get out those baseball bats and show the world that best friends are forever.
<3dedicated to scar.I fucking love you guys so much<3