Looking down at the March 23 entry I see irony.
As I lay there, tears streaming from my eyes.
I wanted one thing.
"So can you stay until we close our eyes
Til your dreams hold mine
Just stay until we know we tried one more time"
But I didn't ask.
I knew it wouldn't change things.
I should have asked.
I poured out so much tonight, I feel empty.

I died tonight.
It was no rebound.
It was me, for real.
If it was a rebound, why do I care so much.

"Oh, I could wish all night"

...and I probably will...

Bleeding, for you.


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