Chastisement
March 01, 2002 @ 12:12 p.m.
What in the hell are you doing? You still are assuming he cares, that's what.
How can you be so utterly blind when it comes to these things?
He doesn't care for you. He doesn't feel what you do. He doesn't want what you do.
Will it always take me until the brink of sleep to be jolted awake? And yet, that stubborn scent of hope will not leave my clothes.
Its blood still stains my hands.
I'm reading too much into it all because it's what I want, not what he wants.
You mustn't read so much into every glance...learn that there's often nothing behind them, especially for you. You may be painfully clueless, but even you can learn that.
Still those thoughts linger, still they fester in my mind.
Quiet, dull the vapor.
All these songs of men loving...who will write for me? I ache to hear those lyrics.
Soft comfort in soft thoughts, but dreaming of falling asleep in your arms will ultimately turn bittersweet.
Bitter's just the taste too sweet in my mouth.
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