Wednesday, 4 November 2009
Rest
Yes, i am aware that I'm being irrational and jealous but can you blame me? It's a wonder i even forgave him all those months ago! Sometimes i wonder if we really are strong enough to get through this. To make it out the other side. I don't know. But i guess only time will tell. For now i just have to let things go and soon enough things will take their place. If it's meant to be, it will happen. If not then there's not much else i can do. Oh, I'll fight for us, maybe he will too. But... I've done about all the fighting i can for now. I just want to rest now.
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
What if, but and maybe
I feel... Confused. It's typical that as soon as i decide to turn away and go it alone, he does something that makes me fall even more in love with him. It's like he knew what was going on inside my head and is fighting for us. Trying to prove that he hasn't changed. But I'm unsure. Things are going OK, but there's a thought in my mind, something telling me that it's all going to go wrong, something saying we won't make it. This time last year he was about to leave me. This time last year i had no clue about the heartbreak i was about to endure. What if history repeats itself. What if... But what if... Urgh! Why can't he just love me back. Why can't he just take me in his arms and make everything OK with his smile like he used to?
Sunday, 1 November 2009
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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.