my fixture by Angela Thomas i snuck back into your life, wedged myself somewhere between the practices and the few hours you sleep at night. i want to be a permanant fixture with all the trappings, but i went home at 4am instead. i stopped holding back, putting on my nicely pressed clothes and treating you different. last night, it was all i could do to keep from breaking down. i tore at the walls around your castle, pick up the pieces of my nails today when the dawn breaks because i stopped pretending, i let you see me hurt. i'm tired of pretending. if you're not the man that i pledge my allegiance to, then my hand will not cross over my chest for anyone else. pick up the pieces of what's left. pretty soon, it's not going to be very much anymore. 10/13/2004 Posted on 10/13/2004 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)