Trying to paint a new picture is hard because I think I already used all the paint on the first one.
Listen: I miss you more than I can ever find the words to say. Okay? Are you happy now? I miss you so much that I have traveled back two years on my social networking accounts to read what you and I have said to each other. It's the closest I can get to talking to you.
I am no longer sticking to my principles because they are my principles. I am sticking to them because I have already told people what my principles are. I am weaker than who I decided to be in the beginning of all of this. I am not big enough to be brave or strong. I am too hurt by what has happened to love myself enough.
You hurt me more than anyone has ever hurt me, and I will never forgive you I swear up and down. You took my favorite parts of my life and ruined them but fuck if I could spend just one day with you like nothing ever happened I would throw everything I ever said out the window and spend that day with you.
Nothing I have told anyone about her matters on nights like this where I feel like I am drowning and I am lonely and nothing will ever be the same.
Monday, March 24, 2014
Sunday, March 16, 2014
asymmetry
you never know where some people will go -
yeah, some people been hurtin' me.
you can tell by a look, by the slightest crook
in the neck or the blink of an eye.
well, they will say what they say
and they'll do what they do
but that doesn't mean a goddamn thing.
you can listen if you want
you can listen if you don't
yeah, they'll talk, maybe even sing.
they'll come singing through the window
singing through the trees
they're singing trough the bright spring leaves.
yeah they love you when they need you
but someday you're gonna need to
find some other kind of place to go.
yeah, some people been hurtin' me.
you can tell by a look, by the slightest crook
in the neck or the blink of an eye.
well, they will say what they say
and they'll do what they do
but that doesn't mean a goddamn thing.
you can listen if you want
you can listen if you don't
yeah, they'll talk, maybe even sing.
they'll come singing through the window
singing through the trees
they're singing trough the bright spring leaves.
yeah they love you when they need you
but someday you're gonna need to
find some other kind of place to go.
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