Taking a Break
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I feel awake, but it seems like I'm moving a little slower than everything else around me.
He slept over at her house. How come I never got to sleep over?
I don't love her... but it's not that I need her sex either.
I keep thinking of her. She always seemed amazed when I kissed her. The look on her face when we were fucking was of pure ecstasy, and she came so close to saying she loved me, but bit her tongue because I tell her the truth about everything. She knows I don't believe.
I guess everyone wants to feel appreciated.
She doesn't think she's good enough for me, and now she's in love with him and he loves her back. I know she still wants me, but I can't compete with love. She doesn't understand how important she is to me.
Why can't I let go? It's because it was so easy entwining her in my life and making her mine.
The next day, the morning after we talked, I went over to her house. I was there with her, but a psychological schism is all it took to make her desire for me insatiable, laughing and crying at the same time. Sometimes she can't look at me and when she does she is uncertain.
I'm not vain.
She's happy with him. We want each other but it will not work out.
But it will take more than wanting to break me.
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ahh! pain and niceness and lovelovelove. i relate nicely to this.
love this:
"she came so close to saying she loved me, but bit her tongue because I tell her the truth about everything. She knows I don't believe."
and
"But it will take more than wanting to break me."