ive been here before, searching for facts.

ive been here before, searching for courage.

i didn't find either.

but, i did lose you here. some where in this space: of uncertainty, fear, and self doubts... maybe yours, maybe mine.

as for myself, it's hard to say if i'm being honest with you and lying to myself.

or vice versa..... who am i to say, we weren't ourselves those days, or were we ?

i found you amongst these words. but i lost you there, too.

i'm sorry, i'm a better woman than my words make me out to be....... but i'd be lying if i were to tell you that i don't attribute all of my virtues and all of my shortcomings to them too.

i'm sorry. i'm sorry.

by the time these thoughts make it out, we'll be searching for the pieces of ourselves we destroyed in an other.... won't we ?

all those things that you hate about me, are the same ones that draw you closer to me.

you put the pen in my hand and you beg me not to tear you apart.