2nd
Stream of consciousness.
I gave you that empty piece in me
but my heart didn’t quite make the cut.
I’m sorry I deceived you, friend
I’m so sorry I lied
it’s time I stopped spreading this wound
or at least time that I tried.
What is it that’s got me so caught up
in replacing what I lost so long ago?
and you there,
my glorified replacement;
I’m sorry that I hurt you,
friend.
I can’t love like I once did
because I’ve given you nothing with which to love.
I am the deciever
and you’ve fallen in my trap.
One lost love.
Two lost friends.
……………………………
Lots of thoughts make their way through my brain at the moment.
I had to write a small few of them down.
What has it become where one is more comfortable with sharing their innermost thoughts with the world before they’ll tell the only person they ever wanted to know?
Fuck.
Swearing feels good sometimes.
