this little masochist....
I don't feel like crying but the tears squeeze themselves through my tightly closed lids regardlessyour words weren't meant to wound but carelessly they gather at my feet like empty shells and so my heart bleeds anyway and sometimes I wish I didn't love you because I tire so much of picking myself up off the floor tire of wondering why it's so hard for you to say just one kind word to me. I wish I didn't love you but my battered heart is defective I couldn't not love you, no matter how hard I try.
2009-12-08 3:53 p.m.
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