Should I??
Will I kill it upon taking the chance??
Will it kill me??
I want the amount of comfort the little things I can't recieve from my one love.
Faces will fly across my face when I think of the word "love"
Facing amounts of awkward pulses and high pitched silences might damage
me. Or could it?? Could I be damaged any more than that has been forced
upon me?? Do I breathe for it?? Can I keep it in my lungs long enough?
In my body, maybe. My heart?; N/A
It felt so warm, so safe.
What happened??
I fear I have lost the sense of thought. To think.
To feel, to breathe. That comfort was there I swear,
I haven't hit the bottom yet but I know I am still falling;
I have tried so hard to stop the twich that throws me off the edge
But it almost seems impossible.
The confusion is stabbing at me, assuming that its looking to for an artery.
I continue to hold back as much as I can, but the feel enhances the weakness
the showering weakness the sips through my skin giving off a tint of red
down the drain. What am I trying to feel??
As good as the pain might feel right this second, I can't help but
disreguard the hangover that lasts until ... well it never really goes away after
already reached. I've fallen into that ditch too. Great.
Why must my old pal visit me at this hour?
Eeeasy girl.
Don't want to make mommy unhappy.
Don't want to be in a place like daddy.
I'm trying. But old habits can never be totally gone.
I guess I will enjoy it now, and then recieve the hangover gift tomorrow
will bring.
And possibly some disappointment,
Whatever comes first I guess I'm ready.