Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Finding Emo

To my Kryptonite,

You weren't just a one-night stand.

Whatever this is, it's not driven by pure lust. I cannot claim, however, that it is love.

Oh, far from it.

There's something about you though, that strikes me so. Though I know that harboring these feelings are unhealthy for my sanity and my soul, I can't help but. It's a strange compulsion - a mild obssession, if I may. It's unsettling, troubling and utterly uncomfortable.

The good thing is, I don't think think of you nearly as much as I used to.

But when I do, oh, it makes me want to cry.

I must've met you for a reason. A good one.

For the life of me, I can't figure out why.

I won't fight it. I won't condemn it.

It is what it is.

The answers will come someday.

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