we talk

have me

you have me. you have me fully.
and no matter what you do, or what you say, or what you feel, im yours.
i'm locked in, imprisoioned by your crystal blue eyes,
and theres no way
no how
i'm leaving.

one more time

i wish i could get that time back.
to just dive on the floor one last time...
get one more bruised knuckle...
or feel that feeling...
one more time.

"dont be sad because it's over, smile because it happened."

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i did not make eye contact with her. we did not speak. i'm not sure if these actions (or more like lack of actions) were intentional, or just a result of the lack of physical ability. she barely had enough energy to hold the bloody tissue up to her nose. she sat there, looking completely worthless to the every-day eyes, but i see her so differently.
i couldn't look at her pathetic, overused, weary eyes. because i cant look at her like i used to. i couldn't speak to her, becuase i didn't want to hear her thin words.
i know, we all know, that every passing breath she takes has the possibility of being her last. we all know, and we cant do anything about it.
and that's what kills us.

she found her way back into my life... some how.
i want to put it all behind me, but i cant.
i can't because i still need her. as much as i try to deny it, it's always going to be there. and she's always going to be there.
i didn't ask for this. i didn't ask for her. i didn't want my secrets to explode like they did...but they did, and now it's there forever.
shes always there for help. she always knows what to say. and when not to say anything.