30 December, 1998
  To My First,
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Dearly Beloved, we have gathered and broken before me. And you, I am sure you never noticed. You never did before. I have crumbled before your knees and there is no longer anything I can do about it. You look at me with that look on your face, and tell me I am such a disgrace. I wondered to myself, are you caring for me? I ask myself, do I love you? Why is this small talk in my way, and I listen to you say. "I'll live for you forever, I'll be there for you, and when I leave you please tell me to stay."

You meant the sky and stars to me, you touched me. You touched my dreams every night and said I love you to my eyes. So why are we in this worthless fight? I cried about your betraying lies.

A tear runs down my cheek, as I say this to you . . . I need another week, to be safe. And as I walk away, please start to hold me, say you'll love me forever more or let me walk . . . away. In to the night, with hope there will be an us again. Hope, a word you never understood.

With Fading Love,

Brittany

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