AssUme,
by rewired,
03/14/03.
Symbols and labels and empty names
and astute assumptions galore.
Any previous desire for true understanding
has obviously went out the door, and as
I look so deeply into you,
I see that you can't see me at all,
and I'd spent so much time listening,
as well as commenting and suggesting
to try and make that fact evident, as
I'd truly remained ever-interested:
blindly, mindlessly assuming
that it was mutual, but tonight's intoxication
has shown who you're blaming,
what you've been saving,
and if I had any sense at all I'd be
waving goodbye to you with a solitary finger,
(one passed the pointer) as I walked
on out the door to make certain
you don't fail to read between
the lines this time.
For now its painfully clear that
there's been no communication here.
It was just a hopeful delusion I'd nurtured
with lies I kept telling myself about you,
doing my very best to convince myself
of your authenticity, heart, and intelligence,
or your true, mature, inner beauty and open eyes,
but these were all lies -- all lies.
In reality, you have taken in nothing
I've ever said, all my words were drowned out
by the echoes of your neglected thoughts,
which you swore spoke in my voice and through
my lips, which all along were singing songs
you couldn't or wouldn't hear.
You've seen nothing in my eyes but the
reflection of the monsters you try
and bury inside you, and I'd try
to tell you, even show you, but it's
quite clear you think you know it all,
high on this or that as you
sit on your imaginary pedestal,
kicking me when I'm down just
so you can look down on wounded me,
stung more by hurt and shock than anything,
or sucker-punch me to the ground
just so you feel higher, so wise
and right and so fucking insightful.
Now I see I've wasted all this time.
Here I thought you'd been listening.
I'd thought: here's a true friend
and a beautiful girl with a heart,
a true will of her own, an open mind.
I thought I knew you, but you
never tried to understand me,
and I was such a fool,
such a fucking fool for
believing you were even
trying to reach an
understanding.
[ 14 March 2003: Message edited by: rewiiired ]
by rewired,
03/14/03.
Symbols and labels and empty names
and astute assumptions galore.
Any previous desire for true understanding
has obviously went out the door, and as
I look so deeply into you,
I see that you can't see me at all,
and I'd spent so much time listening,
as well as commenting and suggesting
to try and make that fact evident, as
I'd truly remained ever-interested:
blindly, mindlessly assuming
that it was mutual, but tonight's intoxication
has shown who you're blaming,
what you've been saving,
and if I had any sense at all I'd be
waving goodbye to you with a solitary finger,
(one passed the pointer) as I walked
on out the door to make certain
you don't fail to read between
the lines this time.
For now its painfully clear that
there's been no communication here.
It was just a hopeful delusion I'd nurtured
with lies I kept telling myself about you,
doing my very best to convince myself
of your authenticity, heart, and intelligence,
or your true, mature, inner beauty and open eyes,
but these were all lies -- all lies.
In reality, you have taken in nothing
I've ever said, all my words were drowned out
by the echoes of your neglected thoughts,
which you swore spoke in my voice and through
my lips, which all along were singing songs
you couldn't or wouldn't hear.
You've seen nothing in my eyes but the
reflection of the monsters you try
and bury inside you, and I'd try
to tell you, even show you, but it's
quite clear you think you know it all,
high on this or that as you
sit on your imaginary pedestal,
kicking me when I'm down just
so you can look down on wounded me,
stung more by hurt and shock than anything,
or sucker-punch me to the ground
just so you feel higher, so wise
and right and so fucking insightful.
Now I see I've wasted all this time.
Here I thought you'd been listening.
I'd thought: here's a true friend
and a beautiful girl with a heart,
a true will of her own, an open mind.
I thought I knew you, but you
never tried to understand me,
and I was such a fool,
such a fucking fool for
believing you were even
trying to reach an
understanding.
[ 14 March 2003: Message edited by: rewiiired ]
