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Sunday, April 29, 2007

She said, "I'll always love you."
and sometimes she wanted to cut
out her stupid heart & give it to him,
because she meant it that much

I so hate Sundays. I wanted so much to hear what you'd always tell me. I was waiting for that today. I wanted you to tell me, "I'm always with you baby. Don't worry." Yet you didn't tell me that. Maybe we've said those things too often, we've forgotten how to say them, but I know I do not take you for granted. Sometimes I just wonder, why wouldn't you give up buying something just to spend more time with me, find other ways to just hang around with me, instead of telling me the truth - that you need to go home early so that your mum will not find out. If you really want to, I know there'll be a way, yet you do not try. It's all these little things you do that break me. But you'll always manage to make me whole again. All I know is that, I can't take breaks anymore.

I'm fragile.

I really hate Sundays,
Cos I'm all alone.

my heart still bleeds for you.




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and now the stars
aren't out tonight, but
neither are we,
to look up at them.
why does hello feel like goodbye?
these memories
can't replace
these wishes I wished
and dreams I chased.
take this broken heart,
and make it right.

when will you save me?



stabbed my heart.