a return to the poetic
so sorry so selfish.
mabye she still is around.
in truth, every second my imagination creates eternity for her and her lover to live in happily. its been years and ive grown old.
but in truth it hasnt been more then several months.
i suppose its all relative.
i shouldn't have told anyone what i did, i normally dont.
im sorry i made her feel bad. how childish am i.
i suppose its revenge for my eyes. before the great defeat i was against all such things but now i just dont care anymroe, im dead for all i care.
i wonder if she knows that i still love her.
that im still haunted by her. that i burnt the only other picture of her i had but its still burnt in my memory. i wonder if she knows to what extent she is stil around. still tearing me up inside.
i suppose all and all im as over her as one can get without falling in love again. she is lucky, she was with him before we even broke up, she had people on stand by. o well, im tired of this love shit. but its all in the interest of survival.
im sorry i brought myself back to life for her.
i was thiking about her a lot yesterday, in between all the nightmares and surreal misplacements. what would i do if i ever saw her again. i hope i dont. i mean, i dont know what it owuld do to me. it would kill me inside, moreso if her lover was with her.
i guess im just to sympathetic. even now she still makes fun of me. she still says i was her boy toy. she still needs to appease her ego. i dont mind, i never did, it was fine for me to play along the whole time. i didnt really give a shit all and all. i dont know how many other guys she had, i know about jason, and thats probably it. and now their together. who knows. i never minded.
its best to forget that you still love her and ignore names all together anymore.
mabye she still is around.
in truth, every second my imagination creates eternity for her and her lover to live in happily. its been years and ive grown old.
but in truth it hasnt been more then several months.
i suppose its all relative.
i shouldn't have told anyone what i did, i normally dont.
im sorry i made her feel bad. how childish am i.
i suppose its revenge for my eyes. before the great defeat i was against all such things but now i just dont care anymroe, im dead for all i care.
i wonder if she knows that i still love her.
that im still haunted by her. that i burnt the only other picture of her i had but its still burnt in my memory. i wonder if she knows to what extent she is stil around. still tearing me up inside.
i suppose all and all im as over her as one can get without falling in love again. she is lucky, she was with him before we even broke up, she had people on stand by. o well, im tired of this love shit. but its all in the interest of survival.
im sorry i brought myself back to life for her.
i was thiking about her a lot yesterday, in between all the nightmares and surreal misplacements. what would i do if i ever saw her again. i hope i dont. i mean, i dont know what it owuld do to me. it would kill me inside, moreso if her lover was with her.
i guess im just to sympathetic. even now she still makes fun of me. she still says i was her boy toy. she still needs to appease her ego. i dont mind, i never did, it was fine for me to play along the whole time. i didnt really give a shit all and all. i dont know how many other guys she had, i know about jason, and thats probably it. and now their together. who knows. i never minded.
its best to forget that you still love her and ignore names all together anymore.