06 January 2010

The Shame

What am I really doing? I'm sitting around waiting for you to come to your senses and realise how much of a jerk you are. I'm wondering if that's impossible. I'm heavily swallowing back everything I want to say. I'm wishing and praying that it didn't have to be this way.

I'm listening to a dead tone.

I'm staring at a blank screen.

I'm gargling the last taste of motivation.

I'm smelling the carcass of our friendship.

I'm holding onto broken glass.


  1. awh this makes me so sad =[ beautifully written once again.
    and i'm always here for you, love.