that's what we do, we break our hearts every day
we find new ways to mend them and then throw them into the abyss and
wait to be broken again
i keep doing that. i keep throwing it out to someone new and no one is fucking keeping it to themselves.
it is coming back to me, half-chewed off, in need of a bandaid,
in need of something stronger than glue.
i question everything. i know you say i am amazing and i know you say you miss me
but i question your motives. i can't imagine you really like me. i can't imagine anyone liking me once they've seen under the veils
but you have and you say you do and i wonder why and i can't help but question it and i will end up ruining it with my questions if i don't stop but i can't imagine a day without you and i wonder how many times i've said that and had it regurgitated, spit in my face and i wonder if you're going to swallow the piece of heart i know is stuck in your voice and i want you to gulp
i want you to love me.

02/11/2011