And The Beat Goes On...

How many times can you check for a pulse before you tag it and call it dead?


I loathe when things are awkward
I can't stand how this feels
I despise things left unfinished
I abhor what you've become
I detest this brand of hurting

I hate being reminded of the better part of you

I wish I could say 'I refuse to feel this way anymore', but I know as soon as my head hits the pillow, I'll be seeing you. So I won't say it. For now.


Things are always a little darker in the night...