I am disappearing in all sense of the word. Tangibly to “spiritually/psychologically” I am fading. Logic and reason have been my guide on our journey, but you played, and you fell for the last time. As these things disappear around me, I disappear and I fade in desire. Fading and disappearing around me along with even a taste of hope. Hope that you were right and I was wrong. Clearly you were not.
I hate being right and it doesn’t matter because what is right, is not what is. Proving right to the wrong is about as sane as Mike. I still don’t give up, you told me to give up, you even asked me to you sick fuck. What would you say now, huh?! You would beat yourself up about these people and come crying to me. So still… I would be fixing it. I don’t mind for her, she deserves the best. But I do it for her, not you.
I just see myself disappearing, in all sense of the word.
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