march thirteenth two thousand and five 03-13-05, 2:53 p.m.i hate: your smile your pretentious talk the way you complain about everything the pictures you take the friends you have the decisions you make i hate the person you are now and how you refuse to be the person you used to be. what changed? why are you different? what happened to you? what happened to me? us? we used to be: so perfect so young so innocent even: when we really weren't though we really weren't. they thought: they knew us i thought: i knew us i thought: i knew you. i miss you until it burns inside me and then i miss you some more. i will make you burn like me. before~after |