Seatbelts everyone?
I know I am preaching to the choir when I make the following statement. That being said, Boys are awful and mean. They have no idea the havoc they wreak upon the earth. I know that heartbreak happens. I have been with people and broken up, had friendships lost, and engagements broken, but the thing about that is… There was something there. We both had a chance to make the relationship work.
What the hell just happened? I did not even get a chance. Not a one. I’m not worried about the friendship part, I make a great friend. One of the best. I’m such a friend. Fuck, is there another line I can get into, this one seems to be going around in a circle. No, no, I am not saying I hate being friends; I just am hurt and pissed that there was never the opportunity to explore anything else. I was patient, just like I was told. Wait for his heartbreak to subside… So, I did. Wait here comes another… Oh and now we can… wait wait wait here’s another wrench. Now there is nothing. Not even communication. What the hell.
I’ve known this deep down for quite a while. I just have this great ability (like ya do) to push that intuition aside and let blind hope lead you down the dark ally way of muggers and thieves. I know I have no control over others and I can only change my actions and reactions. I have been in this passenger seat before. I guess I was just hoping it was a Porche and not a Yugo. In the end I still got to go somewhere new, meet great people, and buy a few souvenirs, but my ass got tired from riding so long on the hard beige seat.
Maybe when I get out of the car I can hitch a ride elsewhere. Maybe this time I could get in a 67’ Mustang, navy blue, white interior, and maybe those funny looking fuzzy dice hanging from the mirror. Or maybe I’ll stay in this car and see if it gets traded in. Either way I know my ride is not over.
What the hell just happened? I did not even get a chance. Not a one. I’m not worried about the friendship part, I make a great friend. One of the best. I’m such a friend. Fuck, is there another line I can get into, this one seems to be going around in a circle. No, no, I am not saying I hate being friends; I just am hurt and pissed that there was never the opportunity to explore anything else. I was patient, just like I was told. Wait for his heartbreak to subside… So, I did. Wait here comes another… Oh and now we can… wait wait wait here’s another wrench. Now there is nothing. Not even communication. What the hell.
I’ve known this deep down for quite a while. I just have this great ability (like ya do) to push that intuition aside and let blind hope lead you down the dark ally way of muggers and thieves. I know I have no control over others and I can only change my actions and reactions. I have been in this passenger seat before. I guess I was just hoping it was a Porche and not a Yugo. In the end I still got to go somewhere new, meet great people, and buy a few souvenirs, but my ass got tired from riding so long on the hard beige seat.
Maybe when I get out of the car I can hitch a ride elsewhere. Maybe this time I could get in a 67’ Mustang, navy blue, white interior, and maybe those funny looking fuzzy dice hanging from the mirror. Or maybe I’ll stay in this car and see if it gets traded in. Either way I know my ride is not over.