I will...

I will live
I will die.
I will laugh
I will cry.
But i won't wait for you again
In the rain
Like i did last night.
Goodbye.

Saturday, 11 April 2009

Yours, mine, ours... Forever

Got hardly any sleep, went out today and got two books (they're both horror/thrillers) they're cool. Now I'm just waiting for a film to come on T.V so i can waste another hour. Nothing interesting to report. I miss him. I went to the park where we used to hang out. Nice, big place with cute animals to look at, grass as far as you can see and just the general hanging out zone for emos, scene kids and any other person looking for somewhere relatively quiet to hang with your mates. Anyways i made it to the gate then i talked myself out of it and walked away. I want that place to be the one place i haven't returned to since we broke up, same as the beach a few miles away. I want those places to be kept... Ours. Is it me or does that sound stupid?
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  1. Twinkle14 April 2009 at 11:12

    No, not stupid at all, I have a place like that with my ex too. When we split up I went and walked round because I wanted to replace all the memories so that I could still enjoy it even without him. It did some good! Not that Im saying you should go there if you dont want to, just rambling in agreement I think :)
    x

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  2. Ash15 April 2009 at 10:23

    Thanks! :D I think i might actually go back, otherwise i'll just always be wondering...

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poetry of the damned


It's not fair.
I don't know who i am.
Why do i feel this way?
I'm never able to be myself. Not really.
There's always a piece locked away.
A secret i won't ever say.
A lie i'll never reveal.
I made a mistake. It cost me everything.
I'll never be the same again.
No one knows who i really am.
He thought he knew me, but he didn't.
She thought she saw me, but she didn't.
What they thought they knew and saw was a shadow of what was real.
Of what i really feel.
I'll never fit in. I'm an outsider. For that i thank God everyday!
Who wants to be cool when that includes getting drunk, smoking and screwing around?
But why does being an outsider have to be so hard?
I am different. More different than you know.
That's the point really... You will never know. Because i will never tell.

untitled


perseverance is what they say my strength is
They must be right
because i got hurt again tonight
Yet i'm still ready to love
Rebound is my second name
But not in the way you might think
I wish i could hate you
But i don't have the strength
One day my heart will not be able to hold on anymore
will not react to heartbreak with immunity
i think today is that day.