Sunday, September 25, 2011

Kills me

It kills me every time, to check up on you
To make sure you're okay, to make sure you're afloat
Surviving in this crazy, mixed up messed up new place.
After all you've done to mess with my head you don't deserve my lies, let alone my concern
My sympathy
My heart
But you have it. All of it, no matter how much I convince myself otherwise
Because that's all I'm doing is convincing
Over and over again like the pages of a book I don't want to read or the letters of a language I don't understand

Guòdù

अंत

Hasta el fin
Forever. 
It kills me because I don't know how to find it again. Or even what it really is. And since you can't help me, I'm trying to figure out who can
And that's a lot harder than it seems.


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