January 13, 2006

spite me.
i'm not asking anyone to teach me, i never have.
there is never a time to stop, even after the snowmen have turned into little mounds of flattened out slush, even when your heart is strung out like a pinata and beaten, even when your jaw is swollen from clenching your teeth with passion, and when you know the last song you'll ever here is playing and you're all alone, from there i breathe a little harder and wait for the next day, as i watch the sunrise grace the horizon and learn to never look back again.