You should be gone beast, you should be long gone by now, after months of therapy you still tick on by. Without a flinch you creep up on me, derailing my hope & easy way to life, my hopelessly romantic attitude & my determination to fix this awful place. I just need a little more time, I just need a little more heart, I just need a little something from you (yet I can't lean on this, I can't hope for this, I can only try). * If truth be told I've had a lot of trouble writing this somewhat final ( for now ) piece. Everything has changed for them, they see a different picture I've painted yet my friends call it me. A good friend told me that she was upset by the attitude I once came home with after some months of living in Berlin, and if truth be told upon reflection she was right. * He told me he didn't want to love me. He told me he didn't want to have me as a boyfriend. He told me he didn't care about me, he (I suspect) was lying to himself. We ...