the absent eyes of a passerby.
its hard.
to sit back and pretend like that past doesnt haunt you.
but i try.
i am completely happy with the way things are going in my life at the moment.
however, this seems to be a reoccurring problem.
he wrote down words, ones of which i know where directed towards me and possibly a few others.
he is an arrogant self centered prick.
still the cut digs deep.
as though i am some kind of depressive piece of shit that fucks up everything i do.
i know this is not the case.
it hurts.
on a side note, everything is perfect.
the way his eyes light up when he looks in my direction.
the way his hand gently slides into my own.
the way he lightly presses his lip against my own.
for once in my life i feel as though i am being treated like a princess.
i am being treated right.
i finally deserve this.
to sit back and pretend like that past doesnt haunt you.
but i try.
i am completely happy with the way things are going in my life at the moment.
however, this seems to be a reoccurring problem.
he wrote down words, ones of which i know where directed towards me and possibly a few others.
he is an arrogant self centered prick.
still the cut digs deep.
as though i am some kind of depressive piece of shit that fucks up everything i do.
i know this is not the case.
it hurts.
on a side note, everything is perfect.
the way his eyes light up when he looks in my direction.
the way his hand gently slides into my own.
the way he lightly presses his lip against my own.
for once in my life i feel as though i am being treated like a princess.
i am being treated right.
i finally deserve this.