Shuddr2Think
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Sep 24, 2000
- Messages
- 1,049
it was only a
matter of time
a question in my mind alone
of how many
days turned to months to years
i felt i had balance
in the wake of your absence
until i fell again
skinning my knees on
shattered promises
empty hopes
and my broken heart.
i am five years old again
tangled hair and big eyes
a curious little girl
touching the oven
knowing
i will
be burned...
allowing it to happen
because maybe this time
i'll be okay.
you hurt me again
and again
and again
and aplogized twice as much
and in the back of
my mind
i felt the same
way i did
the day you dropped me
which is also how i felt
when you picked me up.
as i slowly regain my
concept of reality
you throw it all
out there.
telling me how much you
and she
complete each other
compliment and
stop talking.
i forgive you
but only because i moved on
to him
this pattern i can't
escape
this routine so old
it should be obvious
which it is...
that i need
you here with me
and it doesn't matter how...
or when...
just eventually
days months years from now
when we make sense
if thats possible
and i can look in your
eyes without
reaching to you
and
falling into this
all
over
again.
(and this is the last time, we'll be friends again, and i'll get over you-3ib)
matter of time
a question in my mind alone
of how many
days turned to months to years
i felt i had balance
in the wake of your absence
until i fell again
skinning my knees on
shattered promises
empty hopes
and my broken heart.
i am five years old again
tangled hair and big eyes
a curious little girl
touching the oven
knowing
i will
be burned...
allowing it to happen
because maybe this time
i'll be okay.
you hurt me again
and again
and again
and aplogized twice as much
and in the back of
my mind
i felt the same
way i did
the day you dropped me
which is also how i felt
when you picked me up.
as i slowly regain my
concept of reality
you throw it all
out there.
telling me how much you
and she
complete each other
compliment and
stop talking.
i forgive you
but only because i moved on
to him
this pattern i can't
escape
this routine so old
it should be obvious
which it is...
that i need
you here with me
and it doesn't matter how...
or when...
just eventually
days months years from now
when we make sense
if thats possible
and i can look in your
eyes without
reaching to you
and
falling into this
all
over
again.
(and this is the last time, we'll be friends again, and i'll get over you-3ib)
