Wow...
I know its been a long long while...but I'm in the verge of something "major" (at least in my small life) right now.
It hurts oh Lord, trust me it does...
but I love him...I do.
Three strikes and you're out, I love you dearest but you're so close to home base and your conscience is a shitty batter...pick yourself up before I have to sweep the pieces of my heart in the closet until I have the strongest glue to hold it together again..."Hold my hand tightly, I won't let you slide further dearest", I told you, but nonetheless you are relentless in your efforts to show me that you can do things on your own...You've shown me, a pitiful effort in my opinion, how to make a fool of yourself. I, myself have made better attempts...I love you dearest, once again, and I'm sure the love won't fade as fast as it needs to...but I've been waiting in the dugout now for 3 innings and this ninth one is almost over... Where are you? Why haven't you called me out to play? You're not my coach, and you know that...so you can't keep me here waiting, can you? I made an effort myself to know why I wasn't in the game, and surely enough, I found out. Thanks for lying, I'll tell you sweetly and in such a conniving manner of my opinion, you may not realize it at first, but I will, I promise. I am not angry, I am sad...I am not vengeful, I am inquisitive and I want my answers now...I can't wait for much longer, the ninth inning is coming to a quick close...and you have 2 strikes already...and your conscience is up to bat...Lets hope he hits a home run, because if he doesn't...this will be a bitter afterparty...Though I love you dearest...this will be a bitter afterparty...
Unlock your doors dear friends, I'll need a place for refuge from this spiteful emotion dwelling in the deepest catacombs of my heart... I must keep my cool...I must be nonchalant, for the more I act like a wounded bird..the more the fox, owl, cat and hound shall want to prey on me...
Disreguard also, this could mean nothing, or it could mean all, I'll let you sit on it, but for me, I'll keep trotting.
I love all my friends so dearly and deeply, and God bless it that you've all been here, despite my drawbacks and inconsideration sometimes...I know such dear sweet people, we all have our negatives, and past wrongs, and we've all had sour words to speak, but I do know such dear people...both young and old. I usually only think of one these days, but today it's many, and many thanks I do have to offer to you all... I love you all so much...
and even the shitty batter and the one on third base, so much I do, but as a forgotten player in the dugout, I can only watch and hope for a homerun.
<3 jordan
It hurts oh Lord, trust me it does...
but I love him...I do.
Three strikes and you're out, I love you dearest but you're so close to home base and your conscience is a shitty batter...pick yourself up before I have to sweep the pieces of my heart in the closet until I have the strongest glue to hold it together again..."Hold my hand tightly, I won't let you slide further dearest", I told you, but nonetheless you are relentless in your efforts to show me that you can do things on your own...You've shown me, a pitiful effort in my opinion, how to make a fool of yourself. I, myself have made better attempts...I love you dearest, once again, and I'm sure the love won't fade as fast as it needs to...but I've been waiting in the dugout now for 3 innings and this ninth one is almost over... Where are you? Why haven't you called me out to play? You're not my coach, and you know that...so you can't keep me here waiting, can you? I made an effort myself to know why I wasn't in the game, and surely enough, I found out. Thanks for lying, I'll tell you sweetly and in such a conniving manner of my opinion, you may not realize it at first, but I will, I promise. I am not angry, I am sad...I am not vengeful, I am inquisitive and I want my answers now...I can't wait for much longer, the ninth inning is coming to a quick close...and you have 2 strikes already...and your conscience is up to bat...Lets hope he hits a home run, because if he doesn't...this will be a bitter afterparty...Though I love you dearest...this will be a bitter afterparty...
Unlock your doors dear friends, I'll need a place for refuge from this spiteful emotion dwelling in the deepest catacombs of my heart... I must keep my cool...I must be nonchalant, for the more I act like a wounded bird..the more the fox, owl, cat and hound shall want to prey on me...
Disreguard also, this could mean nothing, or it could mean all, I'll let you sit on it, but for me, I'll keep trotting.
I love all my friends so dearly and deeply, and God bless it that you've all been here, despite my drawbacks and inconsideration sometimes...I know such dear sweet people, we all have our negatives, and past wrongs, and we've all had sour words to speak, but I do know such dear people...both young and old. I usually only think of one these days, but today it's many, and many thanks I do have to offer to you all... I love you all so much...
and even the shitty batter and the one on third base, so much I do, but as a forgotten player in the dugout, I can only watch and hope for a homerun.
<3 jordan