Quick!

[Tasslehoff]

I wrote this after a friend of mine said that I liked my ex girlfriend still. It got my brain stirring and wondering if I like her, or its just I care for her and dont want to admit loosing here, that I hide behind the fact of *liking* her.. Here is goes.

 

Constant

 

And once again its happened to me,

Not quite whole; You shatter my image,

Down I fall into the darkness; Same old never ending journey,

I dont understand why I cant see,

These constant hopes, These constant wishes,

They are all but factors in my own doom,

Dreams of your loving hugs and kiss' ,

Now turned to nightmares; Same old never ending journey,

You haunt my ever waking moments,

You haunt my ever sleeping dreams,

Never again shall it all be the same; In this same old never ending journey.

[Peredhil]

Perhaps you've defined part of your identity around your need to need, your need to bleed.

 

Do pain and desire fill the empty places of your identity?

 

It's hard to give up strong emotion of any time, and go back to pastel emptiness.