We too much say things we don't mean. I hate you. I love you. Either one can either make or break a person, if its not meant however, they are on a false high or low. I wonder why when the person we are so deeply angry with says our name, we turn, knowing that there is nothing that they can say that will make us forget. The way your head moves, as though hoping to find those words that they are meant to say. How are they supposed to say them, when you don't know what they are?
If there is too much trouble in responding then why bother to comunicate at all? He who stands in front of you wears your feelings just as you do yours. They may not necessarily understand the grief, but they can feel it because the pressure you place upon their chest is just a great. Those words that come out without an ounce of thought are the notes of a tune titled "regret". People say that others regret too many things, but when you look at the amount of words unsaid in those minds before it hits the others ears, I should hope that the number is high.
Will you see her again? The woman that you hurt. All you can say is tired worn things, and never once notice that your words have set their sites on her emotions and apperance. Your ducts are dry as the desert and your heart, an iceberg that castles in oceans, and ruin her prideful ships. However, your ships are undamaged, successfully progressing. Have you pondered why? Your courage is merely a stream, an ocean would be too heavy for you.
I say you are vain. 'Tis true, I write this for you. In every sentence you are somehow intertwind. It is not because I despise or disrespect you. For you do not understand how many people think this is about them. They wonder because its not just for you, but also for them. Keep in mind, I will have read this as well.
2006-12-02
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