Sunday, November 29, 2009

to be here, like this, all alone, kills me too slowly.

if this is what it feels like, i'd rather not feel. at all.

i've got this humongous hole in my heart, the size of texas, just burning deeper into me. tormenting me with your scent, the way your hair falls onto your face, or the candles and the way they light your eyes.

it hurts. so. bad.