And the second there was real emotion, we could swear she was faking.
This whole "bearing my heart" thing. Not really working out. I tell the truth, I wished I hadn't. But when I don't it's eats me up until I do, and by then no one manages to care. I want to go back to the old days when the only pain I felt was the blade against my skin. And the only remorse I felt, was not cutting deep enough that time. She loved the mirror because she needed someone to hate. I had breakfast with my shadow, we had quite the discussion. Can you fall in love with the things you only know, the things you may never touch? This won't be the last time you'll hear from me. It's just the start. I hope that she keeps you up for weeks like you did to me. Hey babe, I feel as though I've lost you. I feel as though you don't want me. I ought to learn, you don't need me; to just stop kidding myself. When you're with me, I'm a thousand times happier than I could ever say. What does it matter what price I pay? To be truthful. I've never felt this way before. So fucking frustrated and hateful but completely and happily in love at the same time. Please don't think this was easy. I guess that's just the price I pay for putting my heart on the line. Just take away the words I say, cause I know that you don't feel the same. Just go and say what's in your head and I won't try to stop you.
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