Wednesday, October 08, 2008
this kind of love hurts way too bad. you think, time heals, but i think time only serves to hurt me further. your words are like shiny knives poking and scrapping off the veins out of my limbs, my heart pounds faster and faster, and the pain still cannot compare to what you actually did. the thin white bandages can't hide the crimson seeping out, the wounds take long to heal. i am not convinced of my conviction. but i have no other way. why, you. but i still care so much.
it's Wednesday, October 08, 2008 now