Maybe I am better on my own.
With love came joy...
But also fear.
I've had enough of the bad.
I've had enough of regret
For things I've said and done.
I've had enough fear
That you will decide you're through.
Fuck fear.
Fuck regret.
I don't want them anymore.
I will be happy to embrace
My old friend:
Loneliness.
I'll even introduce you
To another old friend:
Sorrow.
Just to get away.
To get back
To the Me I used to know.
To live without a care...
I'm fucking sick of being scared.
(c) 2005 Thorn
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