Jan 012010
and I wake up and I feel no hope
the feeling passes, leaving only a headache and the touch of melancholy
is it me? I wonder.
is this me? Is this what I do?
and if it is, who made me like this?
And I remember the night, and I remember the laughter
and I remember her eyes, looking at me
with some sort of sadness in them
we talked
we always talk
and we hugged and we kissed
I could still not se why I would do this
she fell asleep
I was looking out at the dark
punishing myself by not sleeping
The days are new now
and I realize that the question I have for myself is:
can I change?
Or is this me?
Happy new year.
