If you kiss my lips, would you taste the sugar-coated frosting still lingering there? Would you suddenly feel differently about me? How would you? How could you? You never cared about me the way I wanted. I never really got what I wanted. I just got the stupid left-overs... all of the bruises shaped like broken hearts. I just found my heart to be shattered, knives being pointed, fists being raised, voices growing more and more loud as time went on.

They never cared when I fell, or rather, they pushed me. I don't think you would care either, if you were the one beating it out of me. But, you didn't really want me, so you wouldn't be beating me. Does that make much sense?








I'll just stop now,
stop all of my worthless babbling that's going through your brain by the speed of light and leaving it just as it came.
Good bye, I love you. I might come back.