Conversations. Here Again.

God we were friends where the fuck did we go wrong? You were there we were partners. Now you don’t know anything. You don’t love me you never did. Let’s move on, I’m over it.

But you’re not over it, are you?

Never could be. I’m always busy trying to forget, and trying to remember. Trying to move on. Too many drugs, my not staying clean. Who are we blaming?

No one, we are blaming no one

It’s my fault; I can’t help it I can’t move on. I would rather stay here than ever move again. I need it. I need you, where are you? Where were you when I needed you before? Fuck you are no one to me, just a puppet for a bitch that doesn’t deserve a name. You will leave me as soon as you get the chance. You will lie to make me love you. Fuck you.

Don’t you believe in second chances?

Not for them not for me. He was my friend, he told me so. I learned the lessons, I learned to never forget.

You have trust issues.

Perhaps my issues are well earned.

You’re not making much sense.

You are a voice in my head. What do you get to say about making sense?

Apparently a lot more than you. Why is it that every person who loves you is lying to you? Why can’t you grow up? Why can’t you just move on?

Moving on is painful.

You’ve been looking for a way to hurt yourself. At least this is going to end healthy.

So you think. You don’t know. If you can’t be a hundred percent certain it isn’t worth it.

If that were true you would be clean.

I am clean! Sort of anyhow, besides I am doing much better!

Better is okay. Okay is not good.

Fuck this I’m over it.

You will regret this.

Lets add it to the list.