Monday, April 4, 2011

Too far gone.

Some people could never really interpret who I was or what I was thinking. But I was never less transparent than one thin canvas to you and you scratched me red raw right down to my very core. And I want to fix this; I want to fix us and I want to fix me, but those things are not one in the same and we are broken beyond words that will ever describe our state. I was slowly finding my own feet again, but then I learnt that I won’t be seeing you around anymore and it’s tearing me up into little shreds and I am so scattered.

You don’t love me, and that’s okay, I never asked you to and I don’t matter to you, and maybe nobody does, but I want to... I want to.

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3 comments:

  1. AnonymousApril 5, 2011 at 1:59 AM

    Yes, I can understand that very well. <3

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  2. Hello, Hannah?April 5, 2011 at 6:29 PM

    Nothing like fighting a little bit of inner-conflict whilst swimming in a pool of self doubt.

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  3. AnonymousApril 6, 2011 at 5:47 AM

    Beautifully put. Yes I feel that everyday now. Self doubt seems to come with the territory of loss.

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