Wednesday, October 26, 2011
I was a heavy heart to carry
listening to the messed up songs from before. wishing I could walk and walk and walk to think after listening to my mom's life stories. thinking about messed up stuff like before. you broke me, again. aching with heartbreak for my mom. thought about giving in to what could be a monumental mistake, at that bus stop. same place, different boy, tired of you and what you do to me, wanting to fill in the gaping hole. it would have happened. maybe I need to create the same memories with someone different. will you care? I want you to and there is nothing malicious about it. where do I stand? feels like a fucking cycle repeating itself again. and it is getting more destructive. half-hearted crap. I want to. I shouldn't. face up to it. can you be that person for me? what is it going to take? say it like a mantra. meet the other part of me.
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