søndag 15. mai 2011


i went away. i watched you from afar in stead. i started writing for a magazine, went out with my friends, met other guys. i met other guys but ended up going home alone most of the time anyway. this was because i couldn't really let go of the thought of you kissing me in the hallway

but i tried. but having you around me, reading your books, eating your bread, drinking your coffee, it just makes me sick that i can not be a part of your daily routines. and i know i brought it on myself. it seems i can not make it right

i walked home alone one saturday evening, i sat down by the road to have a cigarette while listening to a song about the one that got away. it almost made me cry

i went away, but then i came back again. i came back and realized i had ruined it