leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- How do I leave? You've painted so much of what I am. But are you tired now of the color? Always blue, always blue, always blue. But I shine. I do. Fuck you hard for not seeing. Fuck you hard for being sweet. Don't be gentle, it's killing me. Don't hold me. Don't say there-there and stroke my hair. Because how do I leave when you get tears in your eyes every time I cry? How do I go? How do I accept that I have made you a better man for someone else? Will you always remember my face? In your picture will I be giggling, begging you not to tickle? Eyes closed, mouth open moaning your name? Or will there be tears streaking mascara down my cheeks while I ask you that big question "Why?" Will I be beautiful when you remember me? Everyone is, ya know. Beautiful I mean. When you're looking backwards. 9:18 a.m. - December 30, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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