"you've been the only thing that's real in our lifetime"
i sit. i watch. i listen. i care.
she's being pulled in so many directions, her identity so unsure. stop the time. try to listen a little harder for a sign, a cry, a call for help. but i'm just kept on her sidelines she's using all her best players first. i'm her back up plan. her go to girl when she has no other options left.
and i'm waiting. watching. listening. caring. do i love my job? no. do i love the girl? yes.
is this my own disaster? is this my purpose in life? sometimes you just got to stop analyzing the fine print. the font is made small for a reason. it's made to weed out the weak. the ones who can't enjoy a good thing when it's running in circles around them.
this is what she is.
she is beautiful at the ugliest times. she is intelligent on stupid days. she is happy when she needs to be. and sad when she doesn't. she bites her lip when no one watches just to avoid hurt feelings. even if she hurts more than she needs to. she never uses. only holds back.
i always wondered why she never needed me. or used me. but now i think i know.
i hope i know.
i'd tell you what i think but like a wish i have to keep it to myself or it will never come true.
she's being pulled in so many directions, her identity so unsure. stop the time. try to listen a little harder for a sign, a cry, a call for help. but i'm just kept on her sidelines she's using all her best players first. i'm her back up plan. her go to girl when she has no other options left.
and i'm waiting. watching. listening. caring. do i love my job? no. do i love the girl? yes.
is this my own disaster? is this my purpose in life? sometimes you just got to stop analyzing the fine print. the font is made small for a reason. it's made to weed out the weak. the ones who can't enjoy a good thing when it's running in circles around them.
this is what she is.
she is beautiful at the ugliest times. she is intelligent on stupid days. she is happy when she needs to be. and sad when she doesn't. she bites her lip when no one watches just to avoid hurt feelings. even if she hurts more than she needs to. she never uses. only holds back.
i always wondered why she never needed me. or used me. but now i think i know.
i hope i know.
i'd tell you what i think but like a wish i have to keep it to myself or it will never come true.