I am not sure how the situation became what it has become.
Our song plays and I am not sure anymore on whether it still is our song.
All of a sudden I am unsure on whether what was, ever was true. I do not know what is anymore.
Perhaps I would undo and redo a lot in these last three months.
But it doesn’t matter anymore, you wont reply to anything, so I see no point in speaking with very little hope of being spoken to.
And if I were to say a line I am not sure on what that line would be or the one thereafter.
All we do is fight, there is no more fight left in me.
I do not know if you lied or if you spoke the truth or if she lied and was confused of the truth. I know neither and am therefore transported back to Limbo.
But even then I must let go and pretend that you are dead as you pretend I am dead.
Yet I don’t blame you, cause I have behaved most inappropriately I know.
But no more sorries can be said, I have exhausted and abused the word so much so that its meaning, no longer means what it used to mean.
And in the midsts of this confusion, I must let go on the thing I hold so dear and tightly.
I wish you could understand, I wish I could explain but if I cant understand it, and if I cant even logically converse it with myself, there is very little hope if not any that you will ever understand what I am going through.
That was neither an excuse nor an explanation, it just is what it is.
Oh god, help me understand love because I am drowning ithout the instruction manuel, I am commiting a slow suicide as I tortue myself with thoughts of a past which I thought would forever last.
Blood stains smells and if enough is lost, can be fatal.
I am dieing a slow death, but I cannot live with you. I neither love or hate you, it just all is what it is.
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