Friday, September 17, 2010

"YOU MAKE ME WANNA DIE."

HE SAID IT LIKE HE MEANT IT, STORY OVER. NO MORE HOPING TO PREVENT IT, BUT.. "YOU MAKE ME WANNA LIVE", SHE SAID THAT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE, AS SHE PLACED KEEPSAKES INSIDE HER SUITCASE. "EVERYTHING YOU SAY IS A LIE", HE SAID THAT WITH A SMIRK, FULLY AWARE THAT IT'LL HURT WHEN IT HITS THE NERVE. "YOU'VE NEVER HEARD A WORD I'VE SAID", SHE RESPONDED, BUT HE HEARD THAT, AND REMEMBERED IT FOREVER LIKE A PROMISE.

YOU MAKE ME WANNA DIE.
that's why i trust you. that's so i can look you in the eye and say i love you.

claustrophobic. lots of down talk.
toss clothes in, and turn it off.
easily lost in moments.

4 COMMENT:

Anonymous said...

We could sit and reminisce about the old school. Maybe share a cigarette, cuz' we both fools. Chop it up and compare perspectives.


Sincerely yours,

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:)

syntifik said...

i promised myself to try and avoid asking who anonymous commenters are.. this comment is a hard one to resist.. thank you, regardless.

peterparkerpan said...

You either gotta take a look at you and not the clown and the fool.
Love can make suicide sound so cool.

I'm gonna remember this post for a very long time.

syntifik said...

head full of hurt - cry, a closet full of phantoms.