May 02, 2006 22:01
Usually i do these in myspace, but I don't want to overdo it over there for today...
For today for today for today.
Why does today feel so strange?
Sigh.
God.
Why does my life wallow around in itself?
There are two mes. Mes. Me(S).
The plural of me. Two of them.
At least, that's how I see it.
There's the me I could try and be
And the me that already has something, that already fits in somewhere
There are things i want, and things I want to want.
And so many people I don't want to hurt.
I wish they didn't face me with choices.
I wish I was better.
I wish I hadn't made the mistakes I...
But who's to say they were mistakes?
They weren't until you made them feel like mistakes.
I know how it feels to have my telegrams go unanswered
Do you think I do this for fun?
I do this because I love you.
Where are you?
How can I be sorry when I never wronged you?
But I'm still sorry.
How many corners have I been backed into....
blogpoem,
allison,
pretty girls,
cryptic