Wednesday, February 10, 2010

February 10th.

Oh lover, may I stab thee?

Listening to: Ruled By Secrecy - Muse.
Mood: Scared.

I should be fine.
I will be fine.

Will I?

Take the scalpel.
Cut yourself open, it's really not that painful.
And inside, you'd never believe the things I've seen in you.
But you're not bleeding.

I've been thinking insane things. That this could all go wrong and I'll end up in a place I don't want to be. Physically or emotionally.
I want to know, though. I want to know so badly.
I want to put a name to it.


I love you, and I'm not going away.

Do you ever bleed?



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