how did it come to this?
if i could undo things that i have said or done i would have done it. i would go back and live my day with the one tiny change in events that would have made all the difference. i would not have made you cry. i would not have caused you pain. the simple act of saying, or not saying certain words can change a lot. everything that i have done, - or rather, have not done - that hurt you hurts me even more. each teardrop, like lemon drips, that falls from your beautiful eyes land on my wounded heart - the pain is unbearable. every word that you say is like a dart to my heart. my dartboard heart is gettin heavy from each dart that you throw and not withdraw. for words spoken are like darts - once said, can never be retracted. my dartboard heart that hangs in the dingy walls of my chest fears the day it becomes too heavy by the darts that it drops, and is replaced. but then again, my feelings are like the wonder glue that tacks me firmly onto the walls of my chest. it will never fall.
my feelings are a paradox in itself, for my weakness lies in my feelings for you. the deeper they are, the sharper your weapons are to me. as are mine.
