I find myself questioning... why would you do that? how could you be so angry with me when I did that? were you that scared that i wouldn't love you? or was it her you were scared of? was everything you said, down to the three words you would whisper to me every night before I fell asleep, lies? did you mean to hurt me? or her? or yourself? and I ask them over and over but, in the end, the answers don't really matter. The only thing that really matters is the truth. and the god damned is that life is a b***h... a lust-craved, sadistic b***h... and we are all fooled into believing she loves us... when in reality she is using us... we are blind to our objectification, even when she sinks the knife so deep into our back that we can hardly feel it... even then, we look to her face, reach out for her, long to kiss her, to touch her, to love her... and when she walks away laughing, all we can do is ask why...
 kieto_aimi · Wed Feb 27, 2008 @ 02:28pm · 0 Comments |
