Years. Years and years.

Mar 25, 2011 16:04

How could I possibly miss you? I swore I never would. And you, it's like you never happened. I can't even remember you.

Is this what forgiveness feels like?

I want to catch up, I want you to see what's new, I want to hear it too. People do that all the time.

But why can't I?

Maybe I have to say it out loud. Then it won't be true. That seems to be how I operate.
I can't wait for this to pass. I hate it. It's not real, it never will be again.

Any time I get what I want, it doesn't last for long. I wish I knew what I was supposed to be learning from all this. Because I want to stop making these same mistakes.

Everything's better off this way. And when you think everything's lost you've got me. Believe in what I say
What do I believe?

ETA: 3/28/11 (we won't get started on that)
It's not working. The more I talk the worse it gets. All conjecture and assumptions and borrowing trouble. I'll have to see what Janet thinks. And maybe R.R. The actual brain, or the supernatural?
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