And I’m seeing red, for the first time in a long time. Your heart broke mine, but what’s new? Ironically, my pain is sharper than my knife. It just sucks to be me tonight. Sad songs must be set to repeat on the radio. I’m so sick of being able to relate to every syllable. I don’t want to love you anymore. I can't help but wonder if you're feeling even an ounce of my pain, my regret, my loneliness. Does she warm your heart like I'd so willingly warm your bed? I know my place, and it's no longer on that pedestal you once put me on. I only wish my replacement wasn't such a beauty queen. Unfortunately, my wishes waste away the moment I give them thought. Why can't that happen with my memories of you?
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Uhhmm... yeah. This is unfinished. But, critique away if you feel the urge to..
Written September 19th, 2005
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