My Relationships
I'm Sorry, But I'm Not Truly Sorry...
I'm sorry i can't be a friend,
I'm sorry that i can't explain why,
I'm sorry it's love or nothing, and you know i feel no love,
I'm sorry this is causing you pain,
I'm sorry that you took a part of me and i didn't notice for so long,
I'm sorry that i wasted to much time,
I'm sorry i didn't notice earlier,
I'm sorry for myself,
I'm sorry you took advantage of me,
I'm sorry i can't feel for you,
I'm sorry this ever began,
I'm sorry I'm not truly sorry, and
I'm sorry but you don't deserve my sorrow.
Nothing
if i close my eyes, i can feel your armes wraped around me. and we're standing there.
my left arm... rested on your sholder, my right arm...bent, my hand running down the side of your face... then through your hair...
the whole time you're looking at me... and not just at me but right into my eyes...
and i'm not really paying attention to what my hand is doing... i can't... all i can do is look at you back...
so we're staring at eachother... but that's all, i can't move.
And there is another thing, and it's... nothing... nothing is all around us, it's just you, and me... standing there... looking at one another...
i think... i think it's because we don't care...
we don't care about anything that surounds us. we don't care about what's comming or going or what's there....
all that matters is you... and as for everything else, it might as well be black nothingness... because that's all that anything is to us... nothing...
and that's what i'm seeing when i close my eyes.
"you keep the things that make you feel spcial, and make you feel good ,right?"
"If i did all that, would you keep me?"
"I used to bring her letters and leave them in her room, i use to cut her flowers and leave them at her door, i used to take her on picnic dinners to watch the sun set into the river"
"Why wasn't I good enough for you to do those things for me?!"
"You were. you were so much better, i just took you forgranted, and i guess i lost out."
The Battle Within
I know not what to do. He in like For reasons he knows not. I In want for thought of need. Broken peaces Of his heart, can only be crushed More by mine own heart. To break another, One more notch, for pleasure to his pain. I will not yeild the hurt, driven by want, Confused with need. Reasons known, Believed not; fot the selfish want. I not the broken one when thine end comes, But buttons disclosed, mine rotten core Revealed. Chaste and pure, thus should not Be stolen from remiss boy, but shall be Done only in truth and understanding.
'I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe that I deserved my friends.' - Walt Whitman
'Love is an education in itself' - Eleanor Roosevelt
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