You've blurred the lines between Work and Love

" You come out now you fucker I want to fucking kill you"
" Shut your fucking cunt up. Get lost, get out of my life"
" You abusive little slut"
" I wanted to fucking burn down your house and stab you"
" F"
" U"
" C"
" K"
" Y"
" O"
" U"

mMmMm... OH!kay.

I stood there thinking to myself how sad I feel for her, him- them.
When he walks, he's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when he passes, each one he passes goes - ooh

(ooh) but she watch him so sadly
How can she tell him she love him
Yes she would give her heart gladly
But each day, when he walks to the sea
He looks straight ahead, not at her

Less than 2 metres away, He was there beside another girl.
Less than 2 metres away, She stood there beside a friend.
Both okay, laughing, smiling, enjoying.

I look at them and then at what I have seen which they have not and think to myself, how sad. How sad that they don't know. They don't know the amount of tears they have made her, him- them shed. They don't know but I know. The lines have been blurred, very blurred. They don't know but they assume. That is for every case. I have seen him, her, I have seen them cry but THey don't know
Clueless to the hurt they cause

Incoherent thoughts, privacy and blog just dont go hand in hand I see. I know I will never hurt it. I am inlove with it and it is just like that. I will do everything in my power not to hurt it, everything.