sometimes the only thing you can do with a raging wildfire is watch it burn. it's too hot to clear fire lines. no amount of water will squelch the flames. and the unrelenting wind refuses to surrender it's harrowing howl.
i love you she said.
i've already burned alive he said.
she couldn't hear him. she loved him too much.
she couldn't hear him. she loved him too much.
his finale.
thanks. maybe i'll listen to yours and my own logic instead of listening to the gaping fucking void where once my heart used to reside. because i've already burned it to ash in the flames of my descent into my own personal hell. i'm truly sorry for dragging you down with me. self sacrifice looks real promising right now. at least then you can find a real man. someone who won't treat you so wretchedly as i've treated you. someone worthy of your love. a drink sounds real promising right now. that and a knife to the gut. simple thrust and movement first to the left and if i can bare it, a tug to the right. i rsvp'd the invitation myself. time to show up fashionably late to the party.
it's really really really difficult to come back from there alone. i usually have to find myself at the bottom of the bottle before i realize i need to pull myself back out. you helped me put the bottle down before i got started.
it's really really really difficult to come back from there alone. i usually have to find myself at the bottom of the bottle before i realize i need to pull myself back out. you helped me put the bottle down before i got started.
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