I also know what I must do
Have you ever had those times where you just start crying because things pile and pile, and then one TINY little thing sets you off, and you can't stop crying? All the things that kept piling up, flash through your head, and make it worse, don't they?
Not being able to drive, working 6 days a week, all my paychecks going to things/people I owe, barely hanging out with my friends, graduation and college coming up...
Then I started thinking about my ex, Sean, and how I wanted to see him just so I could pull a "see me now!" type of thing. Just show him how much weight I lost. It all started with one of those poems that someone writes about someone, but they're never supposed to read it. Well, Sean wrote a poem like this about me, and I happened to come across it when we started talking after the break-up.
You Know Who You Are
I will never be the same again. I once was able to pass by, but now it is like I cannot breathe as I resume my existence. It seems as though you took too much away from me, almost as though you made too big of an impact on my life. You have somme effect, one that is harsh and ridiculing, but yet it was caring and almost important. Wait, as I look back I realize you weren't all that. I still remember the things we did though, and I will never forget all the places that we went. That is the thing that irritates me, too many memories of you. Why must you be so influential? I was actually on the verge of depression because of the things that you have done to me! I remember everything like an elephant. Although, it is not me who is the elephant, it is you. I may be one mentally, but it is also I that has the toned body and the looks. You on the other hand, hah! I don't want to even talk too much about you anymore. You disgust me! I cannot believe I spent so much of my life on you. What may be four months seems like four years. Now that you are gone, all that I want back is love. Not from you, or from anyone in relation to or knowing you, but from someone, or somebody. I can't take the emotional aspect of not being able to watch a movie without crying to the sappiest parts of the whole entire film. I have no words. You are that packed into my head. Maybe I should just move you out, get you out of there. Call up the U-haul or Ryder instead. Get your ass out, you stupid son of a bitch, I no longer want you on my back like some irritating itch. Okay, I must behave, be etiquette, and moral. All this lasts up until a point. Well, goodbye to you, and I know exactly what I must do.
I'd like to think that I didn't change for him, but for myself :)
Not being able to drive, working 6 days a week, all my paychecks going to things/people I owe, barely hanging out with my friends, graduation and college coming up...
Then I started thinking about my ex, Sean, and how I wanted to see him just so I could pull a "see me now!" type of thing. Just show him how much weight I lost. It all started with one of those poems that someone writes about someone, but they're never supposed to read it. Well, Sean wrote a poem like this about me, and I happened to come across it when we started talking after the break-up.
You Know Who You Are
I will never be the same again. I once was able to pass by, but now it is like I cannot breathe as I resume my existence. It seems as though you took too much away from me, almost as though you made too big of an impact on my life. You have somme effect, one that is harsh and ridiculing, but yet it was caring and almost important. Wait, as I look back I realize you weren't all that. I still remember the things we did though, and I will never forget all the places that we went. That is the thing that irritates me, too many memories of you. Why must you be so influential? I was actually on the verge of depression because of the things that you have done to me! I remember everything like an elephant. Although, it is not me who is the elephant, it is you. I may be one mentally, but it is also I that has the toned body and the looks. You on the other hand, hah! I don't want to even talk too much about you anymore. You disgust me! I cannot believe I spent so much of my life on you. What may be four months seems like four years. Now that you are gone, all that I want back is love. Not from you, or from anyone in relation to or knowing you, but from someone, or somebody. I can't take the emotional aspect of not being able to watch a movie without crying to the sappiest parts of the whole entire film. I have no words. You are that packed into my head. Maybe I should just move you out, get you out of there. Call up the U-haul or Ryder instead. Get your ass out, you stupid son of a bitch, I no longer want you on my back like some irritating itch. Okay, I must behave, be etiquette, and moral. All this lasts up until a point. Well, goodbye to you, and I know exactly what I must do.
I'd like to think that I didn't change for him, but for myself :)