Sunday, February 05, 2006
i fucking hate it
and when it rains,
it rains so slowly
and i don't want you coming in and reading this
and thinking everything's about you
because there are those before you
i lend my heart to sometimes
i never told you what it was like for me. you should have asked. i wasn't like this before. it was the piling up of pyres and pyres of things found, and then lost. experience, confessions, letters, stories and then more tears. how could you know anyway. that everything is a culmination of everything. and what i feel now, is just utter weariness.
here, read this
you'll understand. or maybe you won't.
nothing ever came close to it. So when it finally does, it'd break my heart if i'm left with the empty gossamer pages to fill with again.
what's omitted is best expressed in awful silence. you have no idea how it has brought the sweetest aches all these years.
so you see, it's not just about you is it. Joyce Lim unzipped at 9:52 PM with 0 comments
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