Walls come crashing down.
The weight crushes me.
You say it's not your fault,
but when did you ever try to save me?
Never.
Human hands cannot heal,
human strength cannot strike
this disease,
my torture chamber.
-
But love, love, love--
the greatest is love.
Where is this love
that you verbally profess?
Nowhere.
"Kill me with the love that you won't give to me, and pack the wound with salt--I want to feel it bleed."
Friday, September 19, 2008
Posted by Amanda at 11:56 PM
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mm. This person may be in a rut. And this person knows you're in a rut too but they don't know how to help you out of the rut because they are too busy convincing themselves that they are not in a rut. And they are tired, and fed up, and angry at themselves for reasons that they won't admit or possibly even know or have come to the conclusion of, that they take it out on you. And they feel so lost and they feel that you are so lost and they don't know how to love anymore, love in the kind of way that would open up their flaws to you so that you can be real with each other enough to love and get through like that.
Idk girl, but I know they love you. But when someone gets in this place of how everything is and has been it's so so so hard to change and break away from your ways because it's been that way for so long. It just ends up being so much easier to be cold and put up fronts and not be real with yourself and to others.
Sorry if that doesn't make a whole lot of sense; I'm pretty tired right about now. But I think you might get it. :)
amanda.
amanda?
......amanda.
come back.
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