PoeticaL
cluttering the net since 2001

hell

Monday, Jul. 19, 2004
The first time I saw you I knew you would be important to me. I knew you would make a mark on my life. I saw your face…your slouch. The way you held yourself. I wanted to save you. Love you. Fix you. Fix everything that ever hurt you. I wanted to be the one girl that wouldn’t hurt you like the rest.

I failed.

The mere thought of crawling into what was our bed. Smelling you again on the sheets…is killing me inside. It’s making it hard to breath. I know you probably don’t think I’m crying. But I am….I am… The world says I shouldn’t. The state says I can’t. But I still love you honey. I still love you.
11:42 p.m. ::
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