Cryptic
I'll drown in my sorrows before you return.
I told you to go yet there you are, standing there, staring at me. Why? Why are you still here?
Do you enjoy me gasping for air, barely treading water, drowning.
It's your fault. You went too far, too fast. I hate you for that. I love you for that.
So, it wasn't me that made you leave, but that tidal wave of sorrow that pushed you out. Serves you right. I'm sorry.
I told you what I have to say. There's another, but not really. You looked at me funny but I grinned and sighed, standing to leap off that cliff. You didn't stop me and that proved me right.
Anyone else but you. Anyone. Someone. Not you.
I am empty yet filled to the brim now. Hacking, coughing, choking on this sorrow. I know you care but I don't want you to. You should drown too. Drift to the bottom, sway with the waves, hit the floor and die.
It's not fair how much I hate you. It's not fair how much I love you.
One last kiss. It's salty and wet. No fair. My lips should be dry, my kisses should be sweet. You've spoiled me.
There's another, but not really. I say. You look at me smiling, laughing, crying, dying. I love you. I hate you. Not you. Anyone. Someone. Not you.
omizu, I did it.
I told you to go yet there you are, standing there, staring at me. Why? Why are you still here?
Do you enjoy me gasping for air, barely treading water, drowning.
It's your fault. You went too far, too fast. I hate you for that. I love you for that.
So, it wasn't me that made you leave, but that tidal wave of sorrow that pushed you out. Serves you right. I'm sorry.
I told you what I have to say. There's another, but not really. You looked at me funny but I grinned and sighed, standing to leap off that cliff. You didn't stop me and that proved me right.
Anyone else but you. Anyone. Someone. Not you.
I am empty yet filled to the brim now. Hacking, coughing, choking on this sorrow. I know you care but I don't want you to. You should drown too. Drift to the bottom, sway with the waves, hit the floor and die.
It's not fair how much I hate you. It's not fair how much I love you.
One last kiss. It's salty and wet. No fair. My lips should be dry, my kisses should be sweet. You've spoiled me.
There's another, but not really. I say. You look at me smiling, laughing, crying, dying. I love you. I hate you. Not you. Anyone. Someone. Not you.
omizu, I did it.