April 22, 2012

i keep hoping i’ll forget..give up, turn away, but i never do..always wishing for something i know that i should never have, wanting an object that has no love for me..not even the leacherous lust remains, only cold empty thoughts of what was, what should have never been, what will never be..cruel times, cruel words, when i imagined you could actually love me, now i know the truth, and still i cling to a wicked fantasy, a dimming desire to chase after naked winds, still aimlessly blowing, trying to take my breath with them as they flee across the desert of sullen discontent…The hardest part about walking away, is turning to walk away..Maybe this time I can, I hope so..

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