not me either

Tuesday, Jul. 03, 2007 @ 22:53

the stars predicted an empty heart but even they could not foretell your drunken afternoon attack. i try not to believe a word you say but each is sharp and crucial and spiked with so much hate. it's hard to ignore. i used to believe that when drunk, people say what they really mean. now i'm hoping it's all lies.
except the part of me that is still too weak and scared to turn and walk away. the part that says you're right. the part that gets a little more bruised every day.
i don't know what to believe anymore. I don't know who to trust. I don't think it's you anymore. And maybe it's not me. I used to know where the door was.