he's chasing vampires once again
reaching into a cookie jar of his
own drawn out imagination and
i love him for that
for believing so fiercely and
everything he touches has the
potential to turn to gold
if only he would touch me once
in awhile but he won't, ever and
i hate him for that
he sees me clearly and isn't afraid
to let me know, isn't afraid to
twist and turn with me and my
ever-changing seasons, my ups and
downs, moodiness to extreme
(too extreme) yet he finds it amusing and
i love him for that
but he searches too longingly for
prettyinpinkall candycoated kisses
from cheap girls with even cheaper
intentions, trusts them wholeheartedly
hands himself over, desperately and
i hate him for that...
i
hate
him
for
that.

there are some things i just can Not overlook.
ever.
(and just for the record...
i hate ME for that)

12/10/2002

Posted on 12/10/2002
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