i got hurt.
really hurt.
and sometimes when that happens,
something inside me just shuts off.


P/S. you know whats funny?
whats funny is that im sad and the one whose causing all these sadness is the same person who can make it go away.

i collect the words you say to me and wear them on a astring around my neck,
close to the pulse of my throat, the thump of my heart.