Why was it that the last time I touched your hands they were cold? Was your body having a physical act of repulsion that stemmed from my presence? Before I left home all my friends told me that I had been drinking too much, now, on my own I can't even afford a 40 of St.Ides, and my life seemed to be much easier when I drank my problems away. Now I have to face them, pondering ways to erase them from the hard drive that is my mind. To you I always was someone elses' mess to clean up. I never doupted you and I should have. I still can't help but think that we are just on a vacation from each other, that it will be back to the way it ought to be soon. But our vacation seems to be permanant, just as Hayley's is from Jason, and Lea's is from Vinse. I am getting on my knees and praying for rain. Purifying, cleansing and suffocationg. Drowning, washing it all away. Then you will remember, because I can never let you forget. Your eyes may be whithered, and your bones brittle, but my face will always harvest in your mind during the cold months of December through the rainy days of May.
Reason for writing:
I still miss him...
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