physical discomfort

uhm. i don't know. it's how i feel

 

 

 

That song.

It hurts.

his name

ouch

his voice from across the room

please make this stop

the sight of him

so carefree

no longer thinking about me

cuts down deep

he knows what he's done

but it doesn't seem to register

my heart

wrenched and drained like a dish towel

his eyes boring holes in my pupils

it burns

his lies

they sting my insides

the thought of his lips and mine

a dagger in my side

I'm bleeding out

the memory of his softly whispered words in the dark "I love you"

have I been shot?

Author's Note

suggestions.

Reviews

[sara!]

luv this...he is such an idiot..i am hating him now, especially how he uses those 3 words so easily

[Becca :)]

omg.....that's good. and besides the lips part.....i can totally relate to it!!!! nice work. =]