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Buy me a pretty portrait of what we
should look like, every body else has. I
revive heading crappy music to
remember other times and other faces. It
wasn’t the person, it was the sex. And
that one wasn’t important but he sure as
hell made me feel that way. I didn’t love
him, just loved being loved. I would give
anything to go back to less meaningful
days. Nothing fills me better then
nothing. Empty from the core makes it
easy to survive. But now if you hurt I
hurt and if you break I break. We
are together for better or for worse. But I
can still manage to hate you after all that
love. I can still need to hurt you when
the day ends. Healthy breaking bones
after supper. Kiss you with my eyes
open and see myself kissing you. Tear
myself apart from us enough to look at
the bigger picture. Then there’s some
talk about the future, shallow words of
marriage, kids and a picket fence. I-love-
you? You-love-me? Things never seem
to go better and then the wall hits you
right in the face. I don’t love you. You
don’t love me. Those movie moments
don’t happen. The sky won’t turn blue
and we won’t go off into the night on a
horse. “Problem is decisions have
already been made and you are on a 1st
class ticket to hell. Sorry but keep your
hands and head in the window at all
times.” I think when you hear these
things its time to leave the building, but
how to get out of this life? I’m stuck to
you and there is no way out of this one. I
say enjoy the ride while it last, even if
eternity kills it.
