Sunday, March 27
i read with much pensive thought all that remains of our time together. there really isn't much. not even memories or photographs we could speak of. just words.
yet even within those plain construction of characters, quiet and rather uncolourful, was a message that reverberated, and painted this painful transition beyhond what can be said to be quite any reasonable doubt. it's a lost cause that i find myself in pursuit of.
i don't want to appear weak. i hate to feel weak. but what i don't want most of all is for you to think that this love is of the easily wavering kind and i absolutely don't want you praising your wisdom your choice, assuming it being what it seems like it would be. and judging me on my thoughts, my hopes and fears, to prove, or so it seems, that i am but a transcient character in your life.
i keep the memories, in forms tangible and not. i keep the thoughts. and with it i keep that small lingering flame of hope burning.
at times i am just looking for someone to cut me loose, on this final remaining thread that i find myself holding onto.
but more and more so, i get myself ready, for the verdict that seems more inevitable with each passing moment. even allowing for moments of momentary recovery.
it would take some time to patch me up inside
i can't take it so i run away and hide
i run and hide
i can take it. methinks.