sixty-six:
I see
I see it
and it hurts
Not today Justin
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sixty-six:
I see
I see it
and it hurts
sixty-five: I can feel that
something in me is threatening to break. And it's been trying for days and days now.
At a sight in the landscape.
At a high point in a favorite song.
All I can do is tell myself to hold it in and break later.
sixty-four: Dissipate
Deteriorate
Dissolve
into
nothing, nothing, nothing.
To not be.
To not be me.
To not exist.
To not exist as me.
To not.
To not at all.
And become not me.
Become an existence that is not me.
Become not at all.
It would be
Beautiful.
sixty-three: Can't
It's to the point where I can't eat.
Can't sleep,
Can't dream,
Can't think,
Can't do anything.
It's pathetic.
sixty-two: heart
is there a way stop a broken heart from beating?
stuttering, fluttering attempts at life are imitation.
dysfunctional heart valves shudder closed, incomplete.
veins that refuse to flow, futile, fragile capillaries like spiderwebs.
heart ventricles filled with regret.
sixty-one: Me
This is the last thing I'll ever say about this issue on the internet.
Nothing else will be seen or heard on this subject in a public forum such as this.
I need to carry this burden myself.
You did use me. You did trick me. You did lie to me.
You had an accomplice
that was me.
I gave you everything, and I honestly believed that something good could come out of it for once.
I told you my mind.
I gave you my heart.
Where does that leave me? Where does any of your words leave me?
I should have made you try harder for everything.
I should have continued mystifying you, I should have led you on.
I should have done anything but this.
I can't do anything but this.
You tell me that I'll be happy soon. I should appreciate what I have.
Don't lecture me with the same mouth that broke everything.
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
But I would give everything away to be with you.
I would give away my future, my past, my present, my everything.
My dreams, I don't need them anymore.
I don't need anything,
So now I have nothing.
How could I have expected good would come out of this? How could I have expected I could be happy?
Because that's what humans do. That's what humans do.
But not me, I can't have anything good, I can't be happy.
I must drift on, a vague representation of unhappiness and complete apathy.
I said I wanted to be honest with you.
You swear you were honest with me.
I want to die.
I want to die and come back to haunt you, like the movies you love so much. I want to haunt you forever.
I want to be with you forever.
You are looking at the face of a person that was given everything, everything this person has ever wanted, and had it taken away in the course of one beautiful week.
This will only hurt your reputation.
I hope the next girl you want to be with shies away from you because of all of this.
I want to make you regret everything.
I want to hurt you.
I want to be able to reach you in some way, and I know that I can't.
And in the end, it was only my fault for believing otherwise.
So I will carry this burden myself.
fifty-eight: You have no idea
how badly I want to talk to you.
But I know it'll ruin everything
fifty-seven: Once again
I shouldn't have let myself believe that my "bad feeling" is just paranoia.
How dumb.
fifty-six: How
could I have ever believed
that someone like me
could be happy?
You've won.
fifty-five: I need
to give up on you.
But that's really hard.
fifty-four: I'm awake
Three drinks and a shot later,
I was angry. (And anxious, and depressed.)
The morning after,
I'm still angry. (And anxious, and depressed.)
Alcohol doesn't change anything.
Not when you're this crazy over someone.
fifty-three: Help me.
I think I'm going completely crazy.
fifty-two:
I'm just that fool
again.
fifty-one: Don't
test me.
You'll be asking for it.
You'll be asking for everything from Hell to Heaven and in between.
(But I don't want to give you anything.)
(I don't want to have anything to do with you.)
Is that why you're testing me?
Don't even try.
You'll be asking for it.
(Am I then going against what you want,)
(Or am I giving in?)
fifty: What the heck
is with your back and forth attitude?
Don't mess with me.
forty-nine: What the
fuck just happened.
What. Just happened?
forty-eight:
I don't like this.