sick

when will my DS stylus return from the war

remember that you belong to nobody.

we’ve transformed ourselves into a muted tone. my flesh flushes when you call my name. i think we’re becoming red.

i asked a girl today has she ever been in love. she slowly responded yes and so i asked if she still loved him and with the same tone she replied “yes, but I’m with someone else who i love.” and then i asked her if she felt anything towards him still … “i think about him everyday.” hmmm everyday. slightly tuning her out i speak over my own thoughts and into the room. “i don’t think you can ever fall out with someone completely, sure depending on certain circumstances but if the love was real … where can it go? where does it disappear to? i can’t imagine as to where it would go. there’s no hole one could dig that was deep enough to store the love someone has grown within them. you just can’t.” … “i think about him every day.” her words still stuck to my chest, engraving themselves into my heart. i heard the yearning in her voice and realized how difficult we make out ourselves to be. wanting what we can’t have, letting go of what we need. she walks off and i find my thoughts trailing back to you.

i’m so sorry if someone made you think it’s hard to love you

After my fp abandons me