Saturday, May 30, 2009

April 28th

I didn't want to NOT call you on your birthday. You swear your the last thing on my mind. Is there anything that I can do to fix it? All my heart is asking for is time, time.

As soon as I heard you voice my heart broke, because it was apparent that I wasn't the one you wanted to be talking to. Someone said you were probably high. I don't care. Doesn't matter either way. I know you.

And the worst part is, I KNOW YOU!

I want to forget you. Everyday I try.

But this love drips from me like molasses.