(no subject)
the hour hands on clocks move faster
and the words that poor on pages of journals
are less self-centered than you.
You have no idea of what I think about
so don't assume that all the metaphores
Are easy ways to speak to you
Time never tortured me so intensely
Home isn't an escape from you either
Everyone there is just in their own world
Not giving any attention to one-another
Im suffacating
In everything
I don't have one thing that I want
EXCEPT for you
but the way I want you
Is so much more differant.
So much more than what I take from you.
So I pull and strech and claw for more from you,
maybe just a few honest words of compassion
but that would still be a lie
I can tell you don't have any of that for me,
You don't get anything from me, but typical
I feel like, to you, I'm just and interuption until you find what your serching for.
I feel as of no value to you.
I can't even tell you what I think
So what is the point in trying at all
I'm scraping this blank surface
Clawing and Scratching at you, your the surface
To break you
and find what lays behind your blank surface
to see visions so undescribable that for once, I wouldn't lie when I smile.
You're turning out to be just like everything else, exactly what I want,
but what I'm to weak to break.
So baby, when I call to you I want you to come and sweep me off my feet.
But baby, when I call to you, you grab me by the wrist and drag me with you.
The moment that you hold, is the mess that I'm cleaning in my thoughts
I'm resisting.
How you act, and how you treat yourself
I can't belive that I let you in,
once again, I expected...
I expected you to be my dream.
You said you would try not to hurt me.
Try harder.
It's a silly time to learn to swim, when you've began to drown.
I shouldn't have ever expected, or gotten attached.
I always get let down.
All I want is for you to care like I do.
love.
emily.
and the words that poor on pages of journals
are less self-centered than you.
You have no idea of what I think about
so don't assume that all the metaphores
Are easy ways to speak to you
Time never tortured me so intensely
Home isn't an escape from you either
Everyone there is just in their own world
Not giving any attention to one-another
Im suffacating
In everything
I don't have one thing that I want
EXCEPT for you
but the way I want you
Is so much more differant.
So much more than what I take from you.
So I pull and strech and claw for more from you,
maybe just a few honest words of compassion
but that would still be a lie
I can tell you don't have any of that for me,
You don't get anything from me, but typical
I feel like, to you, I'm just and interuption until you find what your serching for.
I feel as of no value to you.
I can't even tell you what I think
So what is the point in trying at all
I'm scraping this blank surface
Clawing and Scratching at you, your the surface
To break you
and find what lays behind your blank surface
to see visions so undescribable that for once, I wouldn't lie when I smile.
You're turning out to be just like everything else, exactly what I want,
but what I'm to weak to break.
So baby, when I call to you I want you to come and sweep me off my feet.
But baby, when I call to you, you grab me by the wrist and drag me with you.
The moment that you hold, is the mess that I'm cleaning in my thoughts
I'm resisting.
How you act, and how you treat yourself
I can't belive that I let you in,
once again, I expected...
I expected you to be my dream.
You said you would try not to hurt me.
Try harder.
It's a silly time to learn to swim, when you've began to drown.
I shouldn't have ever expected, or gotten attached.
I always get let down.
All I want is for you to care like I do.
love.
emily.