by Josh Shiels

Created on: October 19, 2008

Like a rose that grew from concrete there you were, broken, yet able to stand tall, small yet bigger than I will ever be, your legs spread out in front of me like they did so many times before. This time felt different I felt an uneasiness blanket me, like somebody pumped air into my stomach, I could lift off, I don't feel alive though, I need to find something to make the emptiness go away, something to make me feel less...bottomless. I can't find a way, you could be it, though I get a feeling that your to afraid to print out your love signature on my paper heart, instead you hid me like a school love letter you could never let anyone read. Is it apart of me that makes you wonder I might just pack up and leave you behind?

Tonight I'm going out with one of my friends, so heres to getting way to drunk, hopefully its a good night, if I don't get put into a choker hold by at least two security guards I will be a little disappointed, its either I get drunk and angry, or I could go back to my old ways before we met and down a pill or two and hug and sweat on every person I see, for you I will get drunk. Hopefully you don't get angry.

One day I will pack up and leave this town, Brisbane to me is what Bruges is to Colin Ferrell, I can't live here, and I certainly can't die here. So feel free to join me.

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