what i don't want to remember
June 02, 2008 - 01:05
i think it was then that we were happiest.
ceramic plates on thick marble tables under the summer sun.
sleeping in your arms and resting my head on your shoulder.
for those moments i am more than just myself and i am delirously happy. i have something to live for and someone to love.
you are driving me into the sheets, and i am clinging on to you like i would die without you.
and that was the truth, because now, without you, i am dead.