Day after day. Time after time.Tried again. True to passion.The love is lost, echoing in my soul. My existence a ribbon. Slash. Nowhere to run. Just me, and me, and me the masochist. Never thought I'd give up on you, your hopeless sigh. Your useless analogy. You wouldn't help. Never. Never. The walls are wet with tears. Tears of a goodbye I've been saying for a long time. A goodbye you can't even understand. Put me back on the shelf. The shelf of lovers? Why lover? No love did you feel. Why anything? Is it worth it to sit and writhe in silent torture. A one in a million chance... why did I surrender? Why? The walls were finally thick enough. Finally tall enough. Finally crumbling. Run. Run to her. Damage, such an easy way out. I think there is something growing in your head...Get out of mine. I wish...I always wish for a feeling of newness. A feeling I've never felt before. Felt new about feeling new. My impression of you is rotting in my eyes and my heart. Why? WHY! why. Stop putting me on like your new red shirt. In the bus terminal. How can I stop loving? There was a light in my eyes. You put it out. Out. Get out. I've got a ticket to get out. I'm going if you won't. And I'll leave my head behind because you seem to like it there...
and I can find a new one.....
Someday.........