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Author: chibashiru
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Spiritual - Published: 02-12-03 - Updated: 02-12-03 - id:1234307
Today was a normal day.
Just like any other.
I gave no thought:
No care
No worry
No anything.

Evening was equally normal.
Alike as the others are.
I gave no thought:
No care
No worry
No anything.

Ponder, hither and to,
I decided to risk it.
Boldness, Daring,
Illusion, False:
The truth stood before my eyes
And warned me not.

Still I did, and call as I did.
I took the consequences.
I took the chance,
The high possibility
Of pain, sorrow, grief--
Idiotcy renewed.

"I don't know why I bothered to talk to you,
I don't know why I cared,
I don't know what my heart says,
When you are here or there."

All I know is the passage of time,
Who neither stops or slows
Sensitivity.
Alas, I question myself,
Why am I still this way?

Long ago, I vowed to never love again,
Neither like nor look,
Neither act nor think.
In the near past, I broke my promise
Once more.

I allowed my heart to wander
To think on its own accord.
The ice is really starting to melt.
I can feel it.
Soon it would all be gone
And I would be vunerable once again.

I have been hurt once,
And I will not be hurt again.
I would neither fall nor bend
No matter how strong the wind.
But you ask, what has hurt this person?

"Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words can never hurt me?"

Many cases, words are stronger than stones.
Whatever you said, it has poked a hole--
Somewhere. Anywhere. I don't know where.
But it has. And it is not getting mended tonight.

I thought we were okay.
We talked
We helped each other
We talked a little more
Were you not feeling well?
Or did I go too far?

Sharpness of the words does not help.
I despise my sensitivity,
My lack of draining emotion.
Emotion is still there.
It is still within me.
I cannot rid it from my body.

Just last night we were talking,
It was a highlight conversation.
I got to know a little more
About you, and thought things okay.
But I guess I was wrong when you snapped.

Am I being too sensitive?
Too much pain on too little words?
I would never know.
All I want is someone who cares...
...Even a little, for me.

Then I will die a happy person.



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