les enfants terribles

Terrible.
It makes me lie awake at night, paused halfway through the message. How do I continue, and how do I end? Could I even press the "Send"?
Its tearing me apart, and I cant take it anymore...

Tears for us forgotten

What is going on.
What is going on.
What is going on.
I needed you, but you weren't there -
when that little reassurance was all I needed.
I no longer know what I mean to you, and you no longer fill that space within me like you used to.
Sometimes... it feels like you're not there at all, but an emptiness of frustration and unanswered questions.

Emptiness that pulls like a vacuum on the heartstrings.
Half full is exactly half empty.

like..duh (but grayscaled, and magnified)

for all the shades of gray in my life, i have to go and add more to it.. oh just tip the cauldron of wrought emotional iron into my brain.

like you said, your life can only have black and white..but mine is full of the things in between. Conflict? Complement? But with my overactive mind's eye I need to imagine things before they can happen..imagine all the yes nos and maybes so that I feel secure in my insecurities..think about all the possibles and perhapses between black and white.

When you said what you said, it was something unexpected, but something I expected.. an ocean of gray for me, and the black-and-white for you..

While my anchor of reality drifts a month away, out of sight, out of touch..
My heart is battered in the surf, and covered in the waves. I hurt but no one will see it.