I fall asleep hours after hitting the pillow and wake like a drone, waundering through the day apathetic as one can get.
I hate how I'm feeling. I don't want to look in the mirror, the reflection only worries me.
I finally allowed myself to fall. I let someone in. Surprising, i know.
Fact: once again I stand corrected. There is no stability in men, no stability in love. I'll never believe. I wont.
There is only assurance that this will come around again and I will have another chance to feel the same, fall the same, and hit the ground.. the same.
But I say no thank you. Not again.
Just once, I'd like to be wrong. Stick around and prove me wrong. Love me, and prove me wrong.
How can words so truthful in the moment mean more to you than they did to the speaker...
When does someone decide their finished.. and why do they fail in explaining before you just end up missing them, wondering where they are and finally.. never seeing or hearing from them again.
Lie to me in the begining. The ending will be swift. Hate me from the start. I'll never have to love.
Scratch that... just don't come around. None of you. I'm through with walk outs. I will not start again.
All along I thought I had loved so many times, I finally realized, they only brought me to the point of loving you in such depth. Its a shame I only have that to look back on as well.
Where have you gone...