So long yesterday. So long.
I feel poetic yet I know I'm not very talented with words. Something hurt inside this morning when Hime contacted me. Something burned and gave me a really bad headache. The head hurt so much I cried because of the throbbing pain.
She knows every time she speaks to me.
She knows.
Her words are like daggers piercing, piercing, piercing my heart.
But soon she finds out the same place she hit before has armor, it's gotten harder.
All she hears is my love for another. I'm crazy about him and she's jealous.
She takes out another weapon and pierces another part of me. I grit my teeth, spit out blood and grin. There is nothing more she can do to cause me pain. If the area is exposed it's left open because I wish it to be left open.
I'm stronger than she imagined. I'm no longer the stupid person she labeled in our early days. I'm not this person, but another.
She comments on my growth as a person, as an artist.
She feels she has room to scold, when her scolding, caring, words no longer have meaning. Those words are just wasted. Wasted words on borrowed time.
I'm changing my AIM name. Please send me a private message if you wish to know it.
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