I wish I didn't care.
I wish I didn't miss you.
Because everything I used to love haunts me, now.
I can't seem to move forward. I'm in a stand-still--an emotional rut.
All you did was take. So the last thing you can take are the memories.
Take the happy ones, the sad ones, I don't care. I don't need them.
I hate that you can't care for me the way I need to be, just know that I could have been everything you needed.
I hope life is good to you.
I hope your dreams come true and your spine stays strong. I hope you never lose a friend, a fight, or your mind. I hope your bed stays warm and that beer stays cold.
I hope that beer is everything you need, because, now it's all you have.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
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