ick!!

[kasperBoy]

quietly, i would sit on your bed,
smirnoff, blak haus, whatever it may be...
firmly in hand...
to this day, the only thing i hold since "us".
and i would shake off the night before.
where, madly, we made love,
so to speak,
thinking all the while to our own selves that the other is crazy.
but who knows really what you thought.
i ran back only to have someone or something familiar.
you pained me.
with greatest intent of doing so.
the physical scars bother me not like the emotional scars you brought upon me.
and when i opened up,
you threw salt on the wounds,
viciously.
and i don't understand.
the mischiveous intent one, you of all, could have.
to hurt the one you loved.
the one you still love.
more than, the one you taught to love you.
i never loved you fully,
and i know it, and i always did.
i took you in,
and i held you near through drunken eyes,
and unstable arms.
i craved familiarity...
not you.
maybe this is why,
you felt so needingly to hurt me...
because all along,
you really knew...

 

[Tribal Hybridz]

isnt it a tragety to not know what the other thinks? i think that is the hurt,like you said, is evn though they seem clueless, they really know exactly what you fear. and they hurt you in fear of you hurting them.

 

[goodnitestar]

wow that really reminded me of myself and my last relationship , it was really too familiar, and too sadd, and beautiful , and real.
thanks, so much. and remember that as long as you have love to give there is always someone somewhere, that live return it in the same way.
peace and hugs
christal(neverbleedred)