There is no end. There is no beginning.

There is only the infinite passion of life.

Friday, August 24, 2012


I feel like no one has been truthful. I have lied, but so have you. For months, we kept secrets, kept each other in the dark. You deny your part, but every part of my body screams that you have been untrue. Mutual friends warned me, saying that you told many girls the same words you were whispering to me...

For so many months, I caught you in lies, but never said a word. You took advantage of me, showing up late at night, smelling like things you said you didn't do. You took me as a fool, something that I did nothing to help. I looked the other way for everything, because I wanted so badly to be with you.

But we're both to blame. Maybe we were never meant to be together...maybe we made more of this than it was ever supposed to be.