Sunday, 14 August 2011

your love is a joke.

I wish that you could only understand how much it hurts.
You don't cause the pain, love, you heal it.
You heal me.
As much as I need to breathe.
And I don't need anything else.
Just you.
But now I'm starting to realize that it's not only about me
and my pain.
How selfish have I been?
Cut.
I am turning my self around.
.. too late for that, huh?
Well, losing you is something I cannot handle.
I will fight for you, until you end me.
And in case you have not noticed, you have the power
to leave me broken beyond repair.
Bleed.
I will not move, I will not breathe.
And when it is over..
I will not have a single word to speak.