When I'm frustrated or agitated I have this bad habit of picking at my lip.
As I run my index finger along my lip I replay what happened over and over.
I get the message, loud and clear.
The score is settled but no one wins this game.
We both lose.
You lose my new-found faith in you,
while I lose a bit of myself.
The parts of you that I admire are the parts that you choose to call useless.
Pretending like you don't have a heart until it suits you to have one,
How do you do that?
This isn't sarcasm...
actually I think about how wonderful it must be to shut down so easily,
to look at most situations with no emotion.
I guess I evnvy you for this ability.
Your dismissive words ring in my head as I pull at my lip.
I become aware that I'm the only one that seems to feel what I'm feeling, and I'm the one that's bleeding.
Yet I get the sense of knowing that if this didn't hurt a little, I wouldn't really be alive.
As I run my index finger along my lip I replay what happened over and over.
I get the message, loud and clear.
The score is settled but no one wins this game.
We both lose.
You lose my new-found faith in you,
while I lose a bit of myself.
The parts of you that I admire are the parts that you choose to call useless.
Pretending like you don't have a heart until it suits you to have one,
How do you do that?
This isn't sarcasm...
actually I think about how wonderful it must be to shut down so easily,
to look at most situations with no emotion.
I guess I evnvy you for this ability.
Your dismissive words ring in my head as I pull at my lip.
I become aware that I'm the only one that seems to feel what I'm feeling, and I'm the one that's bleeding.
Yet I get the sense of knowing that if this didn't hurt a little, I wouldn't really be alive.
