January 21st, 2006

(no subject)

and i want so bad to be with you,
to see you,
and to know you're there.

we wouldn't talk much about this situation.
we'd poke fun.
talk about work a lot.
and then you'd leave.
and then i'd leave.
and there i would be. dieing.

I know you think it's over.
I know you think it's done.
I haven't stopped though.
I need you to know... It kills me.
knowing I can't have you.
knowing you don't want me.
knowing that i'm alone.
that i'm lost.
that, without you, i'm meaningless.