Saturday, June 02, 2012
I knew one day I'd have to bear the the truth I knew you'd voice. I gave you no reason to stay, no hope to hold. It flickers you know, the hope I held so close, so masked, so drowned. But now I know, there is a light, still there in my heart. Because of how it burned my blood, and bore a weight that would not lift. I learn of hate. Of you? Of me? Of it perhaps. I try to run, and bury it all, paint it, but it slithers its way back. And now more than ever, I wish it was never there. How do I surpass this? How can I overlook it? I'm sorry.