shrug

time is a physician i cannot trust
he only teases
makes me think i'm being healed
then pulls off bandages
stained in blood
from wounds that are still open
"maybe you won't feel this pain so much
if only i give you a new one"
and so my tally grows
a few have finally healed
on their own
so wherever i'm not wounded
i am covered in scars

indifference reigns. i've so much to do and little time and haven't started. i wish i could make myself get on with it.
you all keep talking about being honest, but i think we all feel the same as we did. and we wish we could be honest. but some things are better left unsaid. what if you came out and told some guy you wanted to kiss him, or to sleep with him, or to marry him, or anything else. he'd probably appreciate your honesty, but he'd be pretty freaked out, and probably run away soon. i already know all of your reactions to my feelings if i were to talk about them completely. i think i ruined the best thing i ever had by being too honest.
scarlette says its better to have the highs and lows than to be constant. but what if the lows are so much lower than the highs are high? what if you never knew what the highs and lows felt like? i think you'd be content without the lows.