Blind

9/24/12 have you forgotten it all within a moment? does the feeling ever return to you? or are you blank without passion or virtue? does all i say simply run through you? or does it sink in and get lost inside? for you i cried every ounce of pain was because i can’t seem to understand you and what i truly want one little moment is all it took for me to know how long did it take for you? and this depression just will not subside for you i cried i ache and scorn as if it makes a difference resting, roosting in your absence of existence my heart beats irregularly with the rhythm of an imaginary you—me i never truly said goodbye, did i? for you i cry and never truly see. . .