2 June 2012
Every night I think about how I've climbed into a shell these past weeks and I can't find a valid reason for doing so. Unless you count betrayal or pain. Both are deadly with gut wrenching clarity. I gave you my trust, it was yours to do with as you pleased.
Typically, my luck meant I got tugged at further despite all I gave up for you to call you my friend. Every word.
Did it mean a thing?
I got hurt, so what?
I took a chance on a new connection. I grasped it. Felt it. Needed it.
Yet... Somehow, It meant nothing To you.
I think I give up. The pain.
Too much.
Opuss № I