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i stole this from court.....
when things are good, they're great.
you try to restrain yourself from letting go and pulling away.
but somehow you start caring less and less (even if it's hurtful to you and others).
there are moments when nothing could be so sweet, but there is a bitterness that seeps through from the inside out... a nasty rotten after taste that makes it difficult to enjoy the sweetness ever again.
you pretend it doesn't exist.
even when you acknowledge it's presence, it doesn't go away.
you beg and plead for something to make it sweeter, for something to make it as sweet as it was.
you remember the good times, somewhere deep inside hoping for more. and you realize it's the expectation of something better or something just as good that is causing the bitterness.
and then, after awhile, you get used to it.
you adapt.
you get used to being second. and somehow it's ok, because it's better than not being at all.
you get used to waiting. and you convince yourself that everything's worth waiting for because "once upon a time, long ago," someone thought you were worth the wait.
you get tired.
you get lonely.
words are just words.
and actions, well they never are.
time is limited and spent elsewhere, somewhere more important.
eventually, you crave the sweetness less and less. because the majority of the time you crave it, it's not available.
you hope less and less that you will be surprised, that something will make everything better.
time passes. and what you are promised is never delivered.
you stop going out of your way to be sweet.
you give up.
and it's ok.
finally, you get over it.
when things are good, they're great.
you try to restrain yourself from letting go and pulling away.
but somehow you start caring less and less (even if it's hurtful to you and others).
there are moments when nothing could be so sweet, but there is a bitterness that seeps through from the inside out... a nasty rotten after taste that makes it difficult to enjoy the sweetness ever again.
you pretend it doesn't exist.
even when you acknowledge it's presence, it doesn't go away.
you beg and plead for something to make it sweeter, for something to make it as sweet as it was.
you remember the good times, somewhere deep inside hoping for more. and you realize it's the expectation of something better or something just as good that is causing the bitterness.
and then, after awhile, you get used to it.
you adapt.
you get used to being second. and somehow it's ok, because it's better than not being at all.
you get used to waiting. and you convince yourself that everything's worth waiting for because "once upon a time, long ago," someone thought you were worth the wait.
you get tired.
you get lonely.
words are just words.
and actions, well they never are.
time is limited and spent elsewhere, somewhere more important.
eventually, you crave the sweetness less and less. because the majority of the time you crave it, it's not available.
you hope less and less that you will be surprised, that something will make everything better.
time passes. and what you are promised is never delivered.
you stop going out of your way to be sweet.
you give up.
and it's ok.
finally, you get over it.