I want something else, to get me through this: A semi-charmed kind of life.
Haha, I can't really say I blame you anymore. I was so into you, it was ridiculous. I tripped over some reminiscance... and I realized; it must've felt so good to have me around your finger... but, I don't think I could parade that long. Nor do I think you can. It's all very confusing to me. But, my mind always races away, somewhere in Seville on a roof top, and then retaliates against itself and makes the finish line a little past your jaw line. It'd be nice to indulge, but only if we had more time, or we were a few frames back where my trust was more composed. When my eyes weren't so "charred". Back to a more innocent time when I invested in fairy tales.
But maybe I just create monsters. In order, the people I've loved have become Coke Fiends, hypocrits, savages, and masters of facades. But, perhaps it wasn't love. It was just an odd form of infatuation where I thought I was right... but in the sense where the exact opposite is true: and I'm eerily wrong.
But, I'm happy with the outcome... more or less. Not so much on it all. But I've kept most of the demons at bay. There's no Sean in my life. I'm not in a corner-- not yet.
But maybe I just create monsters. In order, the people I've loved have become Coke Fiends, hypocrits, savages, and masters of facades. But, perhaps it wasn't love. It was just an odd form of infatuation where I thought I was right... but in the sense where the exact opposite is true: and I'm eerily wrong.
But, I'm happy with the outcome... more or less. Not so much on it all. But I've kept most of the demons at bay. There's no Sean in my life. I'm not in a corner-- not yet.