quinta-feira, 11 de fevereiro de 2010

Surprise. The words were said with fury...

I miss you always.
Even when we don't talk.
Even when you think I don't give a shit,
never did. Even when I'm the asshole you
always wanted me to be, the asshole I told
you I would be. I miss you then.
I miss you all the time.
Every day, you stuck in my mind like
glue, or a scar, or a wound you like to
show off - your most prized possession.
I miss you now. I miss you always.
But how could you know that?

Um comentário:

  1. Esse tocou o âmago do meu suco pancreático.
    Amei. *-*
    E me identifiquei.

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