Dec 17, 2006 10:14
I cracked open the box of christmas ornaments. I've been putting it off...
I'm sitting with them scattered at my feet, in silence, staring at the christmas tree.
It's moments like these, seeing the ornaments we picked out, the life we had, that I hate him the most.
"Kill the anger with thoughts of hate
The lies began on our first date
I close my eyes to hide the pain
Our love, a lie, it was a game
Dreaming of you, is what he said
Begging me please, my hearts dead
Wanting to fill a piece to a whole.
He buried himself, he found a whore
I find nothing in thoughts of hate
Over and over the endless debate
Moving on, I have made it through
Realizing that no one has a clue"
From me to you.
~Talia