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Thursday, August 16, 2007


open to interpretation
you had the kindest eyes and the cruelest words, and oh the lies. but it is not worth thinking about anymore and it would be best for time if it was never consumed again. there is no going back, not this time, not even if i wanted to. my heart just could not take it.


do you even know why you do it? and what the hell is is that you are trying to do? the patterns in the broken glass like smashed hearts of millions because no one cares anymore, most of all you. it is all about self-preservation, self-indulgence, there seems to be absolute glee in destroying everything that was once pristine to you. the only control you have in your oh-so-drab life, make some drama, tear something up.


being happy would be boring. no drama, that would be scary. and we have to destroy what scares us right? or is it all just a game of dominance and power, something to make you feel better about yourself? something to occupy your time? pick on someone you think you can beat down, that way you are sure you can win - but sometimes you get a fiery one. sometimes a david meets a goliath and puts his fucking lights out.


isn't it funny all the lies you told, even to yourself? i give chances, i am notorious for that, but they are not endless. i forgive, but only when it is deserved. you promised to be my best friend, you promised to treat me right, you promised to come back to me and put the pieces back the way they used to be. you broke that promise... AGAIN. who do you pray to at night? the patron saint of liars, fakes, and heart breakers?


and when it all goes to hell will you be able to say you are sorry with a straight face? i didn't think so.


you taught me all i know about breaking hearts and tearing up dreams, fucking people over then never looking back, being cold hearted and thinking only of number one. now of course i have never done it with your smoothness or proficiency, because i never had that urge, but it is growing stronger every day and i have made many plans.


begin phase one.


fuck me? no, fuck you. you just made my list of things to do today... and i crossed you off.



by K @ 12:13 PM  







 
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