Sep 27, 2004 19:23
she doesn't gitter like she use to.
i finally see you with clear eyes. you aren't dressed in my infatuation. you aren't looking down at me from your peddlestool. my friend had it right. you're a cancer patient at best.
your skin is too pale. your hands are so small. your eyes are colorless and drained of all motion. what did i see before? i thought i saw another person behind that cold exterior. i thought i saw something worth searching for behind that impossible stare. i feel stupid for only seeing the truth now. seeing you for who you really are. i was like a child staring at a celebrity. someone i painted in my mind to be real and good. i'm dissapointed that i stuck around so long to find out the opposite.
you're like a child. selfish. rude. ignorant.
you break hearts like playdoh. you throw tantrums when things don't go your way. you sell souls for attention. and you play god with your friends.
i'm sorry i ever believed you to be more. i'm sorry i made you out to be something you weren't. you didn't fool me into thinking it. i made it up on my own. i look at you now... and you're just a pretty face. everything else is just empty space.