vandemar

Here's a bit of insomniac free writing:

Take a good look at me. You see what you've reduced me to? I never thought you'd break my heart like this. I never thought I'd let a woman (any woman) make me feel this way. You know what the sad part is? I've stopped caring. I don't hurt anymore because there's nothing left to hurt. I want to be able to scream at you for what you've done, but I can't. Not anymore. There isn't enough emotion left for that. You tell me you love me? I just stare at you. You tell me you love another? I just stare at you.

You said you aren't sure if you want to be with anyone. If he called you you would go to him. When I call you you tell me you need your space. For this to really work I want to be able to know that you are there. Don't push me aside when I try to hold you, then tell me you still want to be with me. You think its about sex? No its about showing me how you feel. I guess you really did show me how you feel...

I love the woman you where. I hate the woman you are. I miss you. All I want is our love back.

ugh ok. I'm done... you know I should get some sleep before I write something that I mean.