Nov 16, 2006 21:49
Everything you say I second guess.
Trust me you say,
Do you not see how hard that is?
The possible pain outweighs the happiness.
Yes it could be wonderful,
Yes it could be perfect,
But my heart can't,
Won't,
Take another blow.
How am I supposed to trust?
When I know that all you have,
Is the worst intentions...
So what do I do?
I push away before I can see,
See what you have done?!
See what you have turned me into?!
See what you have created?!
No, not you,
What have I done?
What I have turned myself into?
What I have created...
I do not know your intentions,
I think. I know nothing.
I expect.
I dig my own holes.
Maybe one day I will allow myself,
That which I truly seek,
Happiness.
One day trust will come,
Flowing as easily as these words are today.
One day.