Jan 07, 2006 08:17
you. are so wrong for me. but then why am i still
feeling like this? you would laugh at me now. and
probably call me a drama queen. and id laugh it off
and whisper fuck you under my breath. but your not
here so does it matter? you say all the wrong things,
or maybe they are the right things, and its just the
wrong things that have been said to me. from others
all along. maybe what you say is always right. i just
dont know any better. then again i probably dont know
better about anything. youve changed since i met you.
you used to be..younger? different i suppose. tougher.
more of a dick. now your keeping secrets and being
confused. when arent you then again. you think too
much. or can you really think too much? what is the
exceding limit of thinking? you know im in love with
you. and you know ive been dying to ask you the same.
(you know everything i want to say, or in some cases,
dont want to say) but as i had supposed, the answer
was not the one i had hoped for. but i had known what
to expect. act indifferent. you know how. theres
something killing you in your voice, and ive asked you
time and time again. reasurring me; everything is ok.
but of course who would give a ominous answer to a
paranoid girl? not you. you know better. you know
better than everything. and i remember when you kissed
me that time stopped and its the only image that my
mind will portray. im not complaining. any other, in
fact, all others would have been aggressive. something
like that. you held me like i was shattered and..like
i was what? yours? possibly. i wouldnt ask. you know
that. any other would have grabbed me. you held me.
you kissed me because you loved me. you sound like it
was all a question now. throw me.