Trois ans et un mois jour pour jour ..

February 16, 2011 § Leave a comment

I didn’t know what I would do, did’t know if I could scream, kick, cry, yell, swear, or just love you.

Maybe the only reason I would do the others is because I love you. Three years and everyday I tried so hard to forget you, to hate you, and basically rid myself of the poison  like quality. That had flowed into my system. That over ran every aspect of who I was and what I was becoming. The hole I ripped out of my chest was tangible. I could feel the hallow shell where you once were. Where every memory lingered, only to creep up and over run every moment of happiness with empty longing..

The pain at the thought of you, of things that reminded me of you.  Three years is a long time. Why did you have to come back?

Fuck.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

What’s this?

You are currently reading Trois ans et un mois jour pour jour .. at Toujours l'amour.

meta

%d bloggers like this: