Foryou

i think about you. i dont know if you know that. do i really know you? no. but from time to time you flit into my thoughts and lodge there amid the worries and hopes and dreams.

• i think about you. you beautiful, sexy woman who so hates yourself. what we had was fleeting. a touch, a kiss. our passion was written instead of felt. but when it was felt.... when i am feeling sad i think about you. i think about how pretty you made me feel. i think about your silly smile. i think about the tattoo on your skin. i think about you. *i think about you. you who ripped oput my heart. you who i despise. when i imagine the two of you together i want to harm you. i want, for the first time in my life, to cause pain. if there is a God i pray to them that you will have nothing but sadness when it comes to love. its only fair.
• i think about you. i think that what she did to you was so wriong. i am sorry that i was a part of it. i think that you are so wonderful. if only you were less intense. i feel as though i cant keep up sometimes. i am jealous that you live the lifei want. and i pity you for what she did to you.
• i think about you. all the women i have felt for. i hold you all in my mind. some are more precious then others. but i think about you all the same.