I feel you in my skin.

so..

how in the hell did I end up the 'friend' to the ex that I still love, the 'friend' that has to listen to him cry about being in love with this other woman.. how did I become that? to top of all my 'whys' I now have the 'why not me?' built in.. maybe some people never see the amazing things they had until its too late.. because the distance is too much. because 'its not like you're right down the street'. one day, I hope to find someone who knows love knows no time or distance, no true fear too much to keep them from me.. someone who loves me as much as I love(d) him..

well well.

I think it hurts more than anything to know I still love him. that I still care. when 'sometimes I felt more alone than he had time for.' all these months later.. & for what really? only to be shown the same thing as when we were dating. some things (like a music career) are just more important. emotional obligation is too much for some people.. I guess no matter how close you were, when one person cares more than the other, some friendships you just cant save..

apathy.. its nice to see you again.

I stumbled on the line of whats left to be forgotten
& draw hope around the stains that my heart cried
while it lie bleeding at your feet

I loved you before..
where angels wept upon broken bones of hope
in valleys of lost spirits
..where sorrow has made its home