Dear Harttz

I’ve been putting this off for some time, hoping that maybe just leaving it alone will help something… anything.

I got to help one of my friends save their relationship recently. There were rules, consequences, trappings of trouble all around, but he knew this wasn’t about him and acted anyway.

Another friend of mine, we’ve discussed everything under the sun so that hopefully his relationship will work out. I was really hopeful at first, but now I don’t know.

There’s an ugly comfort in the feeling of warm tears on my cheeks, but when that feeling reaches my chin, cold and foreign, I feel sick.

I hope we never end up alone. I won’t say a word, but you might see the broken smile on my lips, the tremble in every breath as I try to keep breathing.

I’ve fallen, I am felled. If I could get back up, I’ll do it again. Watch me fall. Watch me; fall.

Blood, like tears, like red wax, just… sticks, to everything.
What is this cut? Why does it run? I can’t stop. I am here.

Posted Wednesday, August 17th, 2011 under Uncategorized.

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