"Tis better to live your own life imperfectly than to imitate someone else's life perfectly." –Elizabeth Gilbert.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Try, I'll try too.

My face has been ripped off by the worlds sharp hits.
It's gone.
I'm walking around with a hole and I don't mind, no one else does.

I only think of you because everything reminds me of us.
I try to forget you also. Friend status is shit.
 If you can't shake me from your head,
Doesn't that mean we can't?
Please, please talk to me again.
Oh God please.


We never said 'love' but I know it's there.
It still is. This is the hardest part of living.
When you talk to me.
When you smile at me.
When you look my way.
When you walk by me I feel alright.
I feel strong and happy even.

You just don't understand how big of a deal that is to someone like me.

I will not give up hope.
That's all I have left in my tiny world.
Help me out, please, please.
Save me.

It feels like your 7462387949275 miles away and I can't live like that.
Save me again.
Before my worlds swallow me up.

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