7 months has passed. I curse the day I met him. I'm not angry. I'm merely disappointed as to what I've become. A recluse. A loner. A sad soldier of the night. Parading my tears to my pillow sheets. How pathetic. Yes, pathetic. So be it. At least I admit it. To myself. Im doing a bloody good job of getting rid of my friends. Or perhaps they were never my friends?? Who the hell knows. Who cares?
My dear, you blocked the sunshine now all I see is darkness
I can't see anything at all, you ripped my eyeballs out for you to keep
My dear, there is nothing left of me apart from emptiness
I can't feel anything at all, I don't even have my eyes left to weep
Shame on you? No, shame on me for being a patriot of love
The burning desire to love and be loved left nothing but a hole
Oh, look around me. Everyone else is doing it. They call it love
Truth of the matter is, it takes everything from you, even your soul
I hope one day I can continue my journey and re-ignite the passion I once had to search for what they call love.
Til then, fuck him and his words. My God is Great. May God's love be with him. I forgive. Soon I hope I will forget. I want to forget. I have forgiven. Now it's time to forget.
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