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Sunday, February 06, 2005

you don't belong here


this is his.

i don't get it really. i'm positive i am happier without him.

but i still remember the bad things. that should make me less sad. but even that's gone now. you're buzzing, creeping, popping up like a hornet on the blacktop in Feburary. you don't belong here, with me, anymore

i guess i remember the good, but not as much as the weird, the lacking, the absence of great things. i remember the ultimate things.

how can i purge you? you're no longer wanted. you're no longer welcome.

do i need to forgive you?
because that... something i cannot do.


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