Thursday, February 26, 2009

when it rains, it pours.

I can feel everything just slipping, sliding down.
my negative tone continues to grow, and lately I don't really care. I don't want to try and make things all good and just peachy because that's just not how I feel.
Lately I just feel mean and annoying.
I feel bugged and very rude.
I would rather just sleep.
And dream of things I can't have, and go to places I'll never see.
And I could always see my two old bestfriends. One who clearly has completely abandoned me, only me, and the other I couldn't tell you where the fuck he might be.
And I'm so sorry, my negative pours out all over your sensitive little self. 
I treat you like crap, over and over and over. And why? 
I don't know.
Do I care?
I don't know.
I feel badly every time I hear the tone in your voice sink lower into a something miserable. And I do hate to be the cause of it. 
I hit you when you are hurt. I hear your complaints and I am the only one who could make your spirits lift, but I don't even try.
Maybe I am just disfunctional.
Maybe I just don't even know how to love a person besides my disgusting self.
Maybe I am just really self centered and am at a period in my life that I really could not care any less.
I do care. So maybe I am simply just a liar.
I lie.
But:
I am so angry with you.
I am so annoyed and fed up with you.
Kiss my hand again.
I don't really think your opinion matters.
come back!! PLEASE!
honestly, Luke, you are the only person I have wanted to actually talk to in the longest time. Even if it was just for five minutes, I would give anything to just let everything out on you. 
WHY AREN'T YOU HERE?
I ask to many questions that will always remain unanswered.
Why do I do that?

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Are you reading poetry?

The same desperate tone.
Almost as if it was an order, like I should obey.

it's still from last night, like a broken record in my head.

 I would feel bad for me too. It's like I am stuck between a pillow and a soft place.

AND

why now? The talk of moving? The talking of loving?
why it's been almost a full 24 hours?
the words are on a continual loop through my head, the affects have always been the same. It's as if I am an emotion-less blob and a over emotional hysteric at the same exact time.
how could you?
throw that all at me?
vulnerable vulnerable me.
a thought: maybe once I have moved, if I do move, I will finally be free of your torturous acts.