Feb 18, 2006 14:46
I've reached a part of my life where I don't know what I want but what I need. Instead of pretending to care or agreeing to spend time with you I should be blunt enough to tell you "never". I have what I need and just because boredom surrounds me doesn't mean I want you. I should tell you how I feel and stop thinking about your ego.
But then there's you. I'm there when your down and when you need some sexual pleasure but when your content and busy I'm not even on your top 10. This has to stop and you need to leave but you sweet talk me. You lure me back into your idea of love and I'm stuck in your trap once again. I find myself thinking and than talking about you for what seems like hours and still we're a million miles apart. You're forgotten today but tomorrow you will be remembered.
Then there's me and I haven't reached satisfactory. I look into the eyes staring back at me and there's nothing but black. I'm always moving on to the next step to perfection and before I die I will still move on. I seem to catch your eye but paranoia lingers around me so I can't breathe. I shouldn't have locked eyes with you because now I see myself striding for something better.
"Je suis inutile et infidèle sans vous".