Monday, July 7, 2014

Stoker

I want to say sorry. 
Regret always comes after, and now I'm feeling it. 
I was so wrapped up in this idealised imagined fairytale that I didn't realise everything was one- sided. 
I don't deserve to have because I doubt I can ever give. You will meet your 100% perfect girl for you, and I hope you keep her. It is hard to fight when my flaws are innumerable. 
I hope one day I will meet my 100% perfect boy for me. I think I will let him go. I've never been anything but a bane. 
I feel like a parasite, leeching my happiness from the bones of others. 
See you at the end of the world. I will always care. 

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