Just Another Reason to Hate Birthdays

Oct 10, 2006 04:09

So far, three consecutive times, I've lost someone that meant something to me around my birthday.

I suppose I should've seen it coming.
But I kept hopeful.
It takes alot of strength to follow someone for an entire year,
wondering, thinking, and even lusting about them for so long.
You were probably the biggest mystery never solved in my life.

And I went and screwed up my chances at ever figuring it out.

I don't know if I'll ever be alright with the thought of you without me.
It's become such a comfort, that with it gone,
it's almost like I'm nothing.
Or maybe I was nothing to begin with. Who knows.

If you don't want me, who am I to keep coming back for more rejection?
I did it once, I got over it.
I don't think I can do it twice.
Rebecca did it, and I'm not going to let it happen again.

What you said - It hurt.
I can't think straight.
I can't write it out.
I can't play it away.
I can't draw it off.
I'm blank.

I don't know how long I can hold back from you,
but if this is it...
And I thought I was happy.
Preemprive Bullshit.

Another chance long overshot,
maybe no one will see what I've got.
It's not about the sex,
it's about what else I expect.
Paths leading to unsolved mysteries
lead to most of heartborne calamities.
Me, without you, is like an everlasting pause -
having shed only one tear, by the end of this clause.

If I felt like being a regular guy, I'd take it all back.
But it's here and it won't go away.
Hopefully in time, you won't either.
Your decision.

Don't answer.

thoughts, failing, love, birthdays, life

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