Pictures We Never Should've Taken.

by ABake   Mar 29, 2009

Ring ring ring... Another unanswered call for poor pitiful me. This never used to happen, maybe his phone is dead- I'm trying to go to sleep but I'm crying and it's just not working out. I'm holding onto something, not quite sure if there is anything to hold onto anymore though.

We are laying next to each other and I have not one word to say- My heart is beating normally and I think that's a bad sign. Actually, it's a very bad sign... You kiss me and it's a different type of kiss; Maybe, just maybe I am reading too much into it.

You say I love you but your voice trails off at the end- I don't bother saying it back. This isn't the way it's supposed to go, but I don't think I can save us this time. I'm trying so hard to keep up but I'm loosing this race; I'm loosing badly.

I sure am having bad luck these days- I lost that damn race and I'm loosing us. Well, what was left of us anyways. I'm throwing away pictures and erasing voice mails that used to keep me going in hard times; Now they don't do anything but make me hate you more.


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