Wednesday, October 10, 2007
release to the sky, look him straight in the eye
and tell him that now, that you wish he would die
you'll never touch him again so get what you can
leaving him empty just because he's a man
so good when it ends, they'll never be friends
one more night, that's all they can spend
stars
and tell him that now, that you wish he would die
you'll never touch him again so get what you can
leaving him empty just because he's a man
so good when it ends, they'll never be friends
one more night, that's all they can spend
stars
blah.
i'm tired. as if that were new news. "they'll never be friends." that about sums that up. it's been three days without contact and i feel no nagging need to get in touch with him. i have nothing to say. nothing at all.
i try, you know, to think of things to say sometimes, but nothing ever forms in my brain. i've seen him for who he is.. "why would i get you flowers or something like that if i always knew it would eventually end?" or "it's good that we're not together, since we would never work you'd always be mad." or "maybe you'll realize that you don't really have feelings for me." yah. i guess yr right. we can't be good for each other. why would i want to be with someone who was willing to walk away from me? how could i have had such strong feelings for someone who so clearly doesn't care?
so i told you that yr fear is in falling in love. and you said "well if that's the case then i guess i have a lot of growing up to do." yes. yes you do. and when you do grow up, i hope you truly regret what you've done to me, the things you've said to me.. i feel deflated, like there is no steam left in my sails. i'm just here, existing. empty. alone.
one more hour and then i'll sleep.
i'm tired. as if that were new news. "they'll never be friends." that about sums that up. it's been three days without contact and i feel no nagging need to get in touch with him. i have nothing to say. nothing at all.
i try, you know, to think of things to say sometimes, but nothing ever forms in my brain. i've seen him for who he is.. "why would i get you flowers or something like that if i always knew it would eventually end?" or "it's good that we're not together, since we would never work you'd always be mad." or "maybe you'll realize that you don't really have feelings for me." yah. i guess yr right. we can't be good for each other. why would i want to be with someone who was willing to walk away from me? how could i have had such strong feelings for someone who so clearly doesn't care?
so i told you that yr fear is in falling in love. and you said "well if that's the case then i guess i have a lot of growing up to do." yes. yes you do. and when you do grow up, i hope you truly regret what you've done to me, the things you've said to me.. i feel deflated, like there is no steam left in my sails. i'm just here, existing. empty. alone.
one more hour and then i'll sleep.
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