Things that shouldn't last.
When you rip at someone, they start to wear and tear into paper pieces of a life they once held, struggling to compose again as a symphony. The effects become visible in their eyes and features, lines on their faces and foreheads, sadness in their eyes that are already sad and already tired with being a witness to so much and seeing the wear of the world as it is worn; their hands, torn from strumming chords to songs to express himself, to communicate to and with the world in passion and emotion, tapping restlessly on a table with worry. And it makes me wonder if you know what you're doing, if it makes you happy or satisfied with yourself when you say you want someone to be happy and then you will turn around two seconds later and retract upon your word quicker than a runner speeding up quickly to cross the finish line in a race. Being self-minded is a wonderful way to be for you. In life and in love, it leaves you better off.
I'm not trying to start something. Never have I had a desire to "start something" because that would mean getting into something with you and it would cause more stress on both of us than it's worth. I have nothing to say to you but this and just this. I've always counted on myself to be a reasonable person; staying out when I wasn't involved and attempting to be moderately diplomatic, and a mediator if needed without overstepping my boundaries.
You ask yourself. Do you thrive in or upon hurting others. Why do you continue this. Because it's a cycle, one that doesn't move, with unnecessary angst for people we care for, and I'm sure you care for yourself. Eyes become so dark and shadowed, ugly and unattractive when filled with things we can't let go of. I said things and not people.
I'm not trying to start something. Never have I had a desire to "start something" because that would mean getting into something with you and it would cause more stress on both of us than it's worth. I have nothing to say to you but this and just this. I've always counted on myself to be a reasonable person; staying out when I wasn't involved and attempting to be moderately diplomatic, and a mediator if needed without overstepping my boundaries.
You ask yourself. Do you thrive in or upon hurting others. Why do you continue this. Because it's a cycle, one that doesn't move, with unnecessary angst for people we care for, and I'm sure you care for yourself. Eyes become so dark and shadowed, ugly and unattractive when filled with things we can't let go of. I said things and not people.