Tuesday, December 23, 2008 @2:40 AM
it doesn't hurt anymore.
not a while ago it would have.
and for that, at least, I am grateful.
what the hell
throwing caution to the wind
I'm tired of self-editing
Is it strange to miss someone before they're gone?
I crave even though I know - I know - it's all wrong.
Like clinging to ice and white chocolate.
Wondering and guilt and insanity.
Imagination silent as thought; half fears, half tears.
Wishes on stars that can't be seen at night.
Fire burns out fire.
Labels: confessions, espial, heart