wish

im holding on to the thought that you’re not mine. i’m going to look you in the eye, smile and say…  “you’re not mine”.  then I’ll walk away, turn around at the last moment and say, “But I wish you were.”

FOR the BROKEN HEARTED

it is a mystery…  something my rational mind cannot fathom.. why me? why now? i know i can take control..  but it’s taking my entire being to do so…  i feel like my life is being sucked-out whenever i try to stop…  why did i allow this? it is so silly of me.. so childish…