Socks in the Window

Dec 24th, 2009 6:32:32 pm - Subscribe
Mood: powerless

The moon is perfect. If only the wind would stop blowing it away long enough for me to watch it glow.

Silent does not mean silent. No pillows can stifle the clicking noise that gives me too much hope.

Goodbye does not mean goodbye. It only means more fighting. Even when I lie to end it quicker, it is never goodbye.

I'm so afraid of leaving but I'm tired of hurting. Put the phone down. Wait for Christmas.

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