(no subject)
Because I feel sorry for the space I take up on your friends page.
Well Honey, here I am all alone at night and missing you. I'm tempted to say 'tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say / Tonight I'm writing you a million miles away' just to be cheeky (or emo), but you might not get the brutal truth behind my tainted humor.
The only problem, honey, is that two people will read this carefully: you, my broken angel, and the one person arrogant enough to think this is for him, and you'll both assume that you're the person who you actually aren't, so public admission of my feelings is a perfect disguise. I'm standing behind this glass wall as you observe me like a goldfish, but I only see my own reflection.
She's a broken thing with tainted tears and bent wings that can't seem to leave you behind, but this reflection is all I have so I suppose I'll have to take her as she is.
Every day she asks her self why you didn't fight for her, why you didn't love her enough to stop her from leaving, and then she thinks about the way you took revenge and sees that just maybe you did love her.
But she's a jealous, petty thing, that reflection of mine. She'll break everyone who doesn't break her first until she finds someone who doesn't quit, but she does forgive.
Yes, the three strike system is her outlook but she's wasted two with you and isn't sure you'd give her a third. I guess she'll have to keep crying herself to sleep and wishing you had done the things you were only bold enough to talk about. Maybe she'll stop wishing she had stayed. Maybe she wants you to know she misses you.
Maybe she loves you.
Well Honey, here I am all alone at night and missing you. I'm tempted to say 'tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say / Tonight I'm writing you a million miles away' just to be cheeky (or emo), but you might not get the brutal truth behind my tainted humor.
The only problem, honey, is that two people will read this carefully: you, my broken angel, and the one person arrogant enough to think this is for him, and you'll both assume that you're the person who you actually aren't, so public admission of my feelings is a perfect disguise. I'm standing behind this glass wall as you observe me like a goldfish, but I only see my own reflection.
She's a broken thing with tainted tears and bent wings that can't seem to leave you behind, but this reflection is all I have so I suppose I'll have to take her as she is.
Every day she asks her self why you didn't fight for her, why you didn't love her enough to stop her from leaving, and then she thinks about the way you took revenge and sees that just maybe you did love her.
But she's a jealous, petty thing, that reflection of mine. She'll break everyone who doesn't break her first until she finds someone who doesn't quit, but she does forgive.
Yes, the three strike system is her outlook but she's wasted two with you and isn't sure you'd give her a third. I guess she'll have to keep crying herself to sleep and wishing you had done the things you were only bold enough to talk about. Maybe she'll stop wishing she had stayed. Maybe she wants you to know she misses you.
Maybe she loves you.