Wednesday, February 23, 2011

how strange, you hold some one tight, a hug, and you can't let them go. it's beyond your will, it's just your body won't listen, it feels so right to hold them close and just kiss them and tell them how glad you are that they are in your life, how grateful you are that they are there. it's strange, when you feel vulnerable your also got nothing to loose, you're that much more honest about things, she's beautiful and soft, smells good and has a kind heart. that's the fucking thing, you love that heart, it's a good heart underneath all that stuff. you can't let her go, but you do. because it's just what you have to do. it just feels so wrong. and as you jump in the car she says,' you look sad.'
yes. i'm sad. i 'm sad i had to detach from you and go home. i'm sad that you're where you are and i'm where i am. i'm sad that you had the cards you were dealt and me, i'm shuffling a pack of jokers and hearts. but i will always have you as a friend, you been a great friend nico, a great friend and for that you can always count on me.

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