for all the love I ever felt
for all the lust I ever wanted
for all the hurt I ever received
all I wanted was to love and to be loved
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
I will never forgive you.
Never.
Cause
I would never do those things you've done to me if you really love a person
The pain and hurt you put me through, it was mental torture
I can recall the times you hurt me so bad with your lies and I still had to suck it up and do everything for you. And why? Cause I love you. But you didn't.
Cause no one would treat a person he loves like that.
That isn't love. That was just companionship.
I am glad you told me you miss me.
To be honest, which girl doesn't look forward to the day that specific jerk finally come to realize how much of a loss he lost?
I was glad.
I almost gave it up, all the rights in the relationship, and wanted to just forgive you.
But that's not it.
I hold grudges. I hold real huge grudges.
And most of the time, I act on it. I would want to ruin that person's life.
But you? Nah. I just don't want to have anything to do with you anymore.
Never in my life again.
Take care A.
Cause
I would never do those things you've done to me if you really love a person
The pain and hurt you put me through, it was mental torture
I can recall the times you hurt me so bad with your lies and I still had to suck it up and do everything for you. And why? Cause I love you. But you didn't.
Cause no one would treat a person he loves like that.
That isn't love. That was just companionship.
I am glad you told me you miss me.
To be honest, which girl doesn't look forward to the day that specific jerk finally come to realize how much of a loss he lost?
I was glad.
I almost gave it up, all the rights in the relationship, and wanted to just forgive you.
But that's not it.
I hold grudges. I hold real huge grudges.
And most of the time, I act on it. I would want to ruin that person's life.
But you? Nah. I just don't want to have anything to do with you anymore.
Never in my life again.
Take care A.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Sonya
“But Lunch Isn't That Bad, Really
Once I get used to
having to eat with two people
instead of one.
Two people who have known each other
for such a long time
that they practically speak in code.
Two people who are always saying,
"Remember the time when this happened?"
and "Remember the time when that happened?"
(Which, of course,
I never do,
because I wasn't there.)
Well, okay,
it is that bad.
It sucks, even.”
Once I get used to
having to eat with two people
instead of one.
Two people who have known each other
for such a long time
that they practically speak in code.
Two people who are always saying,
"Remember the time when this happened?"
and "Remember the time when that happened?"
(Which, of course,
I never do,
because I wasn't there.)
Well, okay,
it is that bad.
It sucks, even.”
Sunday, March 4, 2012
I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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