BLOTS

Now what? Here I am again, stuck in front of my computer trying to let the time pass. Just another day, just another effin moment when I'll be here thinking of you. I don't know, but maybe, just maybe, this is how it's really suppose to be, i.e. me spending the rest of the days longing for you. I can't seem to live a normal life without you, a real life without pretending to be fine, but dying won't do any good either. Definitely it can't bring me somewhere close to you. So what now? I don't know. I don't really know.

I want to steal your sadness and make it mine I'll be a thief in the night and be gone in no time For you deserve so much better So much better than this If only I can take your pain I would and turn it into bliss **another broken poem, perhaps