Tuesday, 10 March 2009
Last one, then it's in the past
This will be the last post about him. He is gonna be erased from my life for good, the stuff he left here will be sent back to him on Thursday. He will not be mentioned in this blog anymore, unless something truly big happens and i have to get it off my chest - old habits die hard or whatever - I will not talk about him to anyone and will tell everyone not to mention him to me. I am moving on with a vengeance! HA! Grinning like mad whilst listening to my favourite CD, i have had it with his mind games and everything. He was a good friend when it suited him but when things got hard he bailed and that is not what friends do. I'm lucky this happened before i chose a college near him or even got to sharing a flat with him! The truth is i fell in love with him and he didn't feel the same way, what kind of friendship would that have been anyways? Also when we split he made me so upset i started drinking and smoking and hanging out with people i didn't even like, i never want to do that again, i will not let someone have that control and power over me. So I'm moving on with my life and leaving the past where it belongs: in the past.
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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.
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