I was once the heart you sought refuge in . . .now it's my heart you run from.
As odd as it may sound, for I'm the one that cut that twindling piece of string that held us together.
Part of me thinks it was over before it was over. . .luckily, I'm not the sole provider for the pain, regret, lies, love, mind fucking, or the union of two bodies into one.
You were once my best friend, my other half, my darker half who sought the light. We spoke of multiple things from world news down to old school music. Our taste differed and you were taken out of your comfort zone inch by inch and exposed to the way things were done in my world.
We learned from each other, took from each other. . .but rarely gave to each other. .
hey, I guess all that's left are pictures and memories. . It's ok though my dear friend. . .Love never fades. . at least not quickly, for when it does that. . . it probably wasn't love to begin with
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