you and your perfect lips and chocolate eyes and pretty words and spotless soul. you rose from the dead and ruined me, before i could even bring myself to bury you. and like groundhog day the cycle repeats itself: longing, pain, desire, need, desperation, resignation, and on and on it goes, until my face is drowned in tears and my fingers are numb from writing and the remnants of my broken heart are not even fit for the trash.
if only i could hate you for it.
2 comments:
sweetie stop crying around and enjoy your life..it's so beautiful
i think you peeked into my heart here darling. i feel what you wrote i lost someone a few years back and they still haunt me. hugs
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