Wednesday, January 10, 2007

its real love that you have no fucking idea about

Well am wrtitting this when am drunk so most probably I wouldn't remember any of what I sent you, and I know you don't care enough so stop pulling this god damn shrade it ain't working, this day when I called you when I had a fight with my father I thought I would actually stand a chance with you cause you sounded so considerate, but then again I am blinded by the fact that I love you, but not anymore I will stop and this is an incantation I would say aloud several times till my damn aorta stop pumping blood to my veins everytime I lay eyes on you and my tummy wouldn't get butterflies anymore, if you think love is about marriage commitment and getting a stereotype flat, kids, a dog and all those other hasselments, new news it ain't, I thought you were more open minded than that, that you really knew what love is all about, it is about lighting a room when you walk through the door with your couple on your arm, it is about wearing your heart on your sleeves

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