Another all-nighter. My sleep pattern is completely fucked up. I have no idea what's causing it. Anyway, I spent the evening and early morning agonizing over lost love and a half-dead friendship slowly grinding into nothing due to past sins and present neglect. I wrote a poem from the other persons perspective. Her whole mindset is a mystery to me and I'm trying to decypher it::
It kills me inside
that I took you for a ride
But I still got my pride
So now I'm gonna hide
in my brand new life
that is free from my old strife
No trace of that old blood-tithe
I ripped you out with a quiet knife
of all your hopes and dreams
Deaf ears turned from your screams
and as bad as it all seems
You've adopted my old life
Gripping that bloody knife
It kills me inside
that I took you for a ride
But I still got my pride
So now I'm gonna hide
in my brand new life
that is free from my old strife
No trace of that old blood-tithe
I ripped you out with a quiet knife
of all your hopes and dreams
Deaf ears turned from your screams
and as bad as it all seems
You've adopted my old life
Gripping that bloody knife
Of course, they could just be heartless bastards/bitches - but I take heart in the fact that most people don't take the trouble to fall in love... so the ones that do must have a reason for breaking it off.