Your Name Is On My Arm...and it's not a tattoo..

the question of the hour..of the day..the week..the month..the year..
it's one simple word..


...why?


why did you do what you did? why did you let yourself..let me..get tricked into thinking it was ok when in reality it wasn't even close..why did you hurt me like you did..why did you lie to me..why did you break my heart..

It all comes back to the past..your past..my past..our past..what we've gone through together..what we've gone through apart..

But..for the first time..my past isn't the one hurting me and ruining things for me..it's you..you and your past..what you refuse to let go of..what you are afraid to let go of..what you are afraid of doing..what you are afraid of not doing..what you think you can't do..what you think you can do..

But, the problem with that..your thinking only about yourself..what YOU are afraid of..what YOU think will happen..what YOU want to hold on to..what YOU want..

and..because of that..your name is now on my arm..



..oh...and...it's not a tattoo...it's a fucking scar...
If I can't have you then I'll atleast make sure I'll never forget you and what you did to me..and obviously I won't forget your name..it's on my arm now..carved into it forever..because you hurt me..


I cut my heart out..or tried to..because you had already ripped it out and stomped it into the ground..


AND STILL..I can't help but love you..I still love you more than anything..you still mean everything to me..I still can't imagine life without you..

,Hishouresu Tenshi
Mazzus Keesaji