kill

//Friday, October 1, 2010 9:39 PM

Both of us,
We rummaged through the same garbage bin,

Got ourselves cut and sore and smelly from glass shreds and decomposed food bits.

Because we both thought that we could seek out treasure, that we could find something that would not disintegrate, that would not fall through our fingers and slip away.

I cannot forget.

You were too much to contain, too much to hold it in.

And reading what she wrote.

It could be for you, it could be for me.

But it applies to both of us, because we both went through the same rubbish.

I know it is unfair to term him as rubbish,

But at that point, it totally seems like he was.

Now, nothing matters anymore.