Cosmic Mist
Bluelighter
Your perfume is intoxicating; it fills the room like water fills a glass, completely without a spare inch to move. It is a sweet scent, full of broken promises and goodbyes without meaning. I wonder if you have ever felt a sincere emotion in your life, if you have ever felt the warmth of a friend's voice in your ear, or the tenderness of lovers breath on the nape of your neck. How easy it must be to flit through life without a single meaningful embrace, awkward moment of silence. DO you even know what it means to care at all?
I hate you.
Do you know how it feels? Do you understand what it means that i cannot look you in the eye without a strange compulsion to be angered by everything you say? I cannot believe that these words would even matter to you, to whom nothing matters. I cannot believe that any sort of emotion could drive you at all, let alone affect you, or change you. What possible sentiment could reach you, if this most blackened and savage feeling bares no meaning for you.
Do you want to know why i hate you?
I do it because you are the single reason i do everything i do, my determination to show you that i am worthy of your emotion drives me, and the fact that my every action goes un-noticed by you drives me to hate you more. The fact that you think you can flit in and out of my life like a butterfly, whenever it suits you, reaches a deep, dark part of me that no other person seems to be able to penetrate. I fail, nothing. I succeed, and still nothing. I ignore you, and you return the favour.
Such a strong word.
But strong situations require such passion - it is the very thing that drives us, and it is this fact that you do not seem to understand. Every time you let me feel so alone, every time you ignore my calls to you, every time i suffer in vain it is your own bed you are making, and eventually you will have to lie in it...
... and when you do, i hope that you have someone to hold you and make you feel calm, because loneliness is such a terrible emotion to feel, and no one should do it alone...
I hate you.
Do you know how it feels? Do you understand what it means that i cannot look you in the eye without a strange compulsion to be angered by everything you say? I cannot believe that these words would even matter to you, to whom nothing matters. I cannot believe that any sort of emotion could drive you at all, let alone affect you, or change you. What possible sentiment could reach you, if this most blackened and savage feeling bares no meaning for you.
Do you want to know why i hate you?
I do it because you are the single reason i do everything i do, my determination to show you that i am worthy of your emotion drives me, and the fact that my every action goes un-noticed by you drives me to hate you more. The fact that you think you can flit in and out of my life like a butterfly, whenever it suits you, reaches a deep, dark part of me that no other person seems to be able to penetrate. I fail, nothing. I succeed, and still nothing. I ignore you, and you return the favour.
Such a strong word.
But strong situations require such passion - it is the very thing that drives us, and it is this fact that you do not seem to understand. Every time you let me feel so alone, every time you ignore my calls to you, every time i suffer in vain it is your own bed you are making, and eventually you will have to lie in it...
... and when you do, i hope that you have someone to hold you and make you feel calm, because loneliness is such a terrible emotion to feel, and no one should do it alone...
