Cause

"this problem's gonna last more than the weekend"

By the time that you admit defeat and leave, you'll be so tired of me that you will wish you could muster the strength to look over your shoulder, even once, but you can't. I will be looking at the ground, always was.

Through the Door

Through the door, he told me that I throw an near endless tantrum every time that something does not go the way that I had seen it in my head, he was spot on.

I told him that no one cares about my feelings, would ever think of them, take them it to any consideration, and I was right.

He told me he can't.

I told him I know.

I find all of this banter exhausting and I would just like to communicate now.

Less Sad

will we never know what is wrong, or when it is?
it all suggests as such, and this makes me sad,
and know you're sad, and that I wouldn't know it,
because I would want to try to do my best in making you happier.
it is what I want to do.
and knowing that we care, and care enough to want to make each other happier
when we are sad, because we do get sad,
well that makes me happier
just thinking about it.

Last Night And The Night Before

Last night I looked through every picture you'd ever taken of yourself, to remind myself that my ugliness is unworthy of your love (it worked). Last night I opened my mouth to cry for help, but like in a dream no words came out but my emptiness into the darkness. Last night I saw nothing in the world for me, laid in my deathbed for another day. Last night I knew today would come, and I would make it through, and I did, but it's eight o'clock, and night is beginning again, as it does. I thought the world would stop without me in it, (removed myself to observe the results) I thought wrong about so many things, I thought I should be among friends, I thought that I should be alone.

June Two