the last

there is and always will be this one little thread of my heart that is still connected to the piece of my heart you stole..... every now and then something you do or say makes that thread strengthen for a while and then i remember its not the same anymore...... i can never be what i want to be for you.... what you are for me.....

the air is thick with smoke...... i want to run...... i want to hide..... the smoke sinks deep into my lungs like a knife into raw meat...... words float around like ghosts in a breeze...... disgrace..... to soon..... untrustworthy...... hurt...... unfair..... skank..... whore..... slut..... im scared..... i run like cinderella from the ball...... this place was never meant for me....