Thoughts and Things to Say.

"And the Air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say." - Roy.

She said what she had to. Not in defence nor was she faltering. In every meaning of the word, Truth, she said it. Bled her heart open, on an Internet diary. Love this, love that. Love is all you need, they say.
Suffering also exists within the boundaries of Love.
I don't know your pain and you don't know mine. We are two different entities. Owners of ourselves. I can't ever be yours. You can't be mine. I will never Truly understand you. The intensity of yours. You will never Truly understand me. The intensity of mine.
She doesn't want to love you, but she can't help it.

When you sit alone, missing me. You will realise, what i said. That could have been given more than twenty minutes of your life. That could have had the importance of being Just Understood.
So what now.
She will Pretend. Be perfidious to herself. To you. Go on, cause, there is No other way of dealing things. Make a beautiful, little cardboard carton. Decorate it by drawing a heart and angel wings with a halo. Put it back, where it had been.

One wondered when Eight left.
Had we been the same, had there been more. Eight would've, could have loved me more.
One made two different things out of himself, as a result of moving on.
Grew slanted, cause his heart was burdened and grew his hair, gelled it. Made himself into a Seven.
The other, he gashed himself. Decimating into a full stop.
That, turned out. Like That.

"But at times like these, only Small Things are ever said. The Big Things lurk unsaid Inside." - Roy.