a verbal fantasy
I know I'll never get from you an I miss you, only a how do you do. And it eats me up inside to hear an ok instead of an I understand when all I want you to want is to hold my shaking hand...because you know it helps... I want your anger gone and you at my knees telling me to take your life if I ever leave and to rip off your ears if I never speak and forgive all the things you’ve done if you tell me I’m the one. I need you to want to work towards ending these problems, but I know you want me to be the problem. Because blaming me is easy-but relationships aren’t easy-this you cant get through-you never are willing to work at it, so you staple a we are through… to my forehead so when I look in the mirror I see a deathbed. I’m waiting on you, knowing you won’t make a move; don’t say its cause you need your life to improve. It could be too late because you could be too tired and I could be to stupid, or a bitch, or a liar. Your sorry but a sorry doesn’t cover the tracks of tears and broken expectations, that I left incase I got lost you could follow my trail, and know just what to do to let love prevail. Yet I know how it’s going to end with your hopeless outlook and laziness defeats as nothing begun. I wish I could say with confidence I want to forgive all the things you’ve done if you tell me I’m the one. But you would have fought for me if I was the one, the only…me. i dont know the truth-isnt that what will set me free.