Sep 18, 2009 15:22
To want to move forward and be held down
To want to swim and be tied to a stone
To scream and have no one hear you
That is now.
My heart is there, beating on the floor
waiting to be tread upon.
Street names make it spasm,
memories make it flatten.
I'm sorry.i know you understand. I am a pompous ass. You never received what was due to you, you never got the credit you deserve. I pushed when I should have pulled, and vice versa. I hate how close this all is, yet how far it all is at the same time. I'm done,