hands like secrets.

"Vague"

27.10.11

"I believed that I was plagued.
The world would crumble on me
solely. But yours was so innocent.

And how I've come to hate
that word amongst others.
My own irrationality and hate.

Built you a wall
and might as well have laid mines.
Entirely my own, fault.

How can I express?
The words; just ink.
Emotion; mental stability.

I wanted to save yours,
but
I stole, too."