I will...

I will live
I will die.
I will laugh
I will cry.
But i won't wait for you again
In the rain
Like i did last night.
Goodbye.

Wednesday, 25 February 2009

Pain, misery and frustration - there's a happy title!!

So he left yesterday, for Japan (I think) but I'm gonna be happy he left because he is happy to be gone. So why should i feel miserable when it's what he wants to do? The "he who shall not be named" dude, is now like a familiar stranger. One i still miss and love, but still. I am slowly getting over him. On the bright side the college i really wanted to go to has finally contacted me and want me to go for an interview! On another note the missing relative has been found alive and well, i could kick his ass for not contacting us three months ago and letting us know but still. Has anyone else noticed that all the men in my life seem to be causing nothing but pain, misery and frustration?! I think i will stay away from the entire male species for now. Anyway, i just hope things between me and the heart breaker will settle down and he'll stop looking at me and then sharply turning away when i catch him or he just stops ignoring me. Period. Because i just can't handle it what with coursework and exams. I have a very long few months ahead of me. But it will be worth it when I'm in that flat in Waterlooville. I think I'll paint the living room walls turquoise and white and bedroom dark purple and light purple...

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poetry of the damned


It's not fair.
I don't know who i am.
Why do i feel this way?
I'm never able to be myself. Not really.
There's always a piece locked away.
A secret i won't ever say.
A lie i'll never reveal.
I made a mistake. It cost me everything.
I'll never be the same again.
No one knows who i really am.
He thought he knew me, but he didn't.
She thought she saw me, but she didn't.
What they thought they knew and saw was a shadow of what was real.
Of what i really feel.
I'll never fit in. I'm an outsider. For that i thank God everyday!
Who wants to be cool when that includes getting drunk, smoking and screwing around?
But why does being an outsider have to be so hard?
I am different. More different than you know.
That's the point really... You will never know. Because i will never tell.

untitled


perseverance is what they say my strength is
They must be right
because i got hurt again tonight
Yet i'm still ready to love
Rebound is my second name
But not in the way you might think
I wish i could hate you
But i don't have the strength
One day my heart will not be able to hold on anymore
will not react to heartbreak with immunity
i think today is that day.