Oh How Times Have Changed
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- Date Submitted: 05/24/2011 05:34 PM
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Oh how times have changed…
I can’t believe you when I finally find someone that makes me not long for your touch every single second of my day. Now you want me too? You are sneaky and I don’t want to give in. But every time I feel like pulling away you always pull me back into this love sick bubble that renders me tortured, battered and defenseless for you. NO! I refuse to go back there wanting everything I know I can never have. They say time heals all wounds but I hope this one never heals I hope it becomes a twin to the gaping one you have been forming in my heart for years now. But the wounds won’t be identical because I have finally learned to give up on ever having you. I hope you lose all sleep from thoughts of me as I have done every night until now. Pain yourself in knowing that I have slept perfectly no thinking thoughts of you and how I don’t have to hurt myself anymore because of you. My love play no tricks only flows limitlessly to a place where your rejections can’t touch. But still even in my happiness I want you to feel the pain you caused me. I want you to feel the way I felt when you were my drug and there was never enough of you. You might say my wants are just spiteful and they might be but you need to feel this to know why I can never go back to that deep dark corner where time was irrelevant only thoughts of you and the aching pleasure it gave me existed.
I can’t believe you when I finally find someone that makes me not long for your touch every single second of my day. Now you want me too? You are sneaky and I don’t want to give in. But every time I feel like pulling away you always pull me back into this love sick bubble that renders me tortured, battered and defenseless for you. NO! I refuse to go back there wanting everything I know I can never have. They say time heals all wounds but I hope this one never heals I hope it becomes a twin to the gaping one you have been forming in my heart for years now. But the wounds won’t be identical because I have finally learned to give up on ever having you. I hope you lose all sleep from thoughts of me as I have done every night until now. Pain yourself in knowing that I have slept perfectly no thinking thoughts of you and how I don’t have to hurt myself anymore because of you. My love play no tricks only flows limitlessly to a place where your rejections can’t touch. But still even in my happiness I want you to feel the pain you caused me. I want you to feel the way I felt when you were my drug and there was never enough of you. You might say my wants are just spiteful and they might be but you need to feel this to know why I can never go back to that deep dark corner where time was irrelevant only thoughts of you and the aching pleasure it gave me existed.