A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Doing This
Getting over you, now. Decision made. I don't need you and I don't want to want someone who rips and tears to the bone everything I manage to heal. Even when you're not in my life now you still mess me up internally. I'm getting over this heartbreak I can't let go of, it's not a won't anymore because I want to be done with this. It doesn't hurt so good anymore, it's become heart wrenching like a sharp knife slowly being pushed deeper and deeper into my chest sucking away all of my air. I can't be like this anymore and think about you any longer. I don't want this. I was right. You didn't change, you just adapted.The long and arduous process begins now.
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