So maybe I'm a masochist. I try to run but I don't want to ever leave.
Why is it so complicated? You are the bane of my existence. Here I am, in the midst of forgetting you -- and I'm almost there BTW! -- but then you'd come crashing in like nothing's happened. Wow, great! A perfect way to leave my heart and emotions so fucked up, for the third time. You left me crestfallen all the time, with nothing but confusion and heartaches. Oh, add trust issues, too! I don't know how to trust people anymore because I know that someday, they'd eventually leave me. Like what you did.
I'm fucking scared for the nth time! You'd patch things up but then you're going to snip it, also. I want to scream in rage and tell you I don't want to believe in us anymore. But there's something telling me that it's worth a try. Oh, iunno, what should I do? Believe me, I want to trust you again. I want to love you again, waaaay deeper than before, even more mature this time! But please tell me, would you love me again like before? Would you put up with my non-ending complaints and crappy moods? Or are you going to stay as a flirt? As confused as you'd ever be, you're still stuck in life's irony; stuck between two girls who'd give up everything for you. Sigh.

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