you write such pretty words-
but life's no storybook...
love is an excuse to get hurt,
& to hurt.
do you like to hurt, i do:
so hurt me.
if it makes you less sad
we'll start talking again
& you can tell me how vile
i already know that i am.
call me a safe bet,
i'm betting i'm not.
so call it quits
or get a grip.
where are you?
& i'm so sorry.
yes, i'm kicking myself now.
wish i could have done things differently.
-postsecret.
holding back the fool again,
holding back the fool pretends,
i forget to forget,
nothing is important.
but life's no storybook...
love is an excuse to get hurt,
& to hurt.
do you like to hurt, i do:
so hurt me.
if it makes you less sad
we'll start talking again
& you can tell me how vile
i already know that i am.
call me a safe bet,
i'm betting i'm not.
so call it quits
or get a grip.
where are you?
& i'm so sorry.
yes, i'm kicking myself now.
wish i could have done things differently.
-postsecret.
holding back the fool again,
holding back the fool pretends,
i forget to forget,
nothing is important.
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i looooveeee bright eyes and brand new
Lauurrreennnn said...
November 16, 2008 at 9:56 PM