the hurt
2007-12-12 - 6:55 p.m.
Everything kaleidoscopes, and the lining of my throat tastes like blood. I see blood on my fingertips, and the tears continue to stain my cheeks. I took a hot shower, hoping to impress you, but a boy who wears his clothes like a hippie and your own apathy stole you away.
The last tones, the no I-love-you, the click, the call ended too soon...I just wish I were in that car instead of you, and it'd go out of control.
You break my heart, and I'm the one trying to make everything okay.
Stop. breaking. me. I can only handle so much, and when you push me away, it won't be long until you push me into the busy streets, and a car tramples my heart.
It already feels like I'm a wreck.
Me.