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Jan 01, 2006 15:37

This is where it gets confusing.
I can't tell if I'm wanted or just there.
Or being used?
Or not.
I'd opt for not, I just don't know.
The line between like and dislike on this one is growing finer,
maybe almost blending the two into one middle ground made up of separate situations which end up being awkward. Or maybe not awkward at all, maybe we make each other smile, and maybe we secretly wanna stab the other.
Maybe this is completely one sided and he doesn't think anything at all.
Maybe I'm over analyzing the situation.
Maybe I hate the word maybe
Because maybe doesn't give me what I want AT ALL.
That's all we are right now, is a book of maybes.
MAYBE, this is just the prologue

It is January 1st, 2006. Maybe it's time for my second great masterpiece, maybe I'm still working up to the conclusion of the first.
And yes, I need to stop saying "maybe".
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