"come up to meet you tell you i'm sorry you dont' know how lovely you are"
i have two hands. two eyes. two ears. and two hearts.
on my right i have her. a girl with a stare that goes right through. she has no purpose... no control. her life is full of mystery yet it's an open book for those who actually take the time to look. i listen... i stare... i understand even if it hurts. and so the day we met was the day our lives were messed. we comfort over our self made disaster. we relate over our self made disaster. we hurt over our self made disaster. i know that if we hadn't have met my life, and hers, would have been different. maybe not better. or worse. just different.
she asks me was it worth it. i tell her that if we didn't become friends like we did then it wouldn't have been. but having her... be that shamelss comfort for me it was. she's the right part of my body. the part i use the most.
on my left is the other girl. when she's happy she leaves me broken. i pick up the pieces with my right side. and even if i tell myself i don't need her i know i am lying. she's laced in my doubt. she's standing outside my window. i can't trust her. she's my insecurities at their worst. somedays i can't tell if she actually needs me or am i just her flavor of the week. maybe she's just lonely. it's nice to know that there is someone who wants you when others don't; that in this bitter fucked up world there is a girl who would jump in circles if it would make her happy. i'm scared that she'll leave me. again. i can't play the fool for the third time.
should i leave? my right side hates the left.
i feel like my right is my reason. the part that is looking out for my best. through all the mess she never lied to me. she never broke me even when she knew she could. she always listened...
and my left? my left pretended like she didn't care.
on my right i have her. a girl with a stare that goes right through. she has no purpose... no control. her life is full of mystery yet it's an open book for those who actually take the time to look. i listen... i stare... i understand even if it hurts. and so the day we met was the day our lives were messed. we comfort over our self made disaster. we relate over our self made disaster. we hurt over our self made disaster. i know that if we hadn't have met my life, and hers, would have been different. maybe not better. or worse. just different.
she asks me was it worth it. i tell her that if we didn't become friends like we did then it wouldn't have been. but having her... be that shamelss comfort for me it was. she's the right part of my body. the part i use the most.
on my left is the other girl. when she's happy she leaves me broken. i pick up the pieces with my right side. and even if i tell myself i don't need her i know i am lying. she's laced in my doubt. she's standing outside my window. i can't trust her. she's my insecurities at their worst. somedays i can't tell if she actually needs me or am i just her flavor of the week. maybe she's just lonely. it's nice to know that there is someone who wants you when others don't; that in this bitter fucked up world there is a girl who would jump in circles if it would make her happy. i'm scared that she'll leave me. again. i can't play the fool for the third time.
should i leave? my right side hates the left.
i feel like my right is my reason. the part that is looking out for my best. through all the mess she never lied to me. she never broke me even when she knew she could. she always listened...
and my left? my left pretended like she didn't care.