Mr. Pitiful
so you know how when you look at a rose and it's thorns you get a sudden urge to touch it. Even though you know it will prick your fingertips you still get this urge to rub it lightly as if you learned how to touch it softly enough where it would do nothing. But once again you get a slight pinch and a single drop of blood comes flowing out....
you try so hard to stay away from it, but the rose is just so beautiful on it's own. So fragile and lonely just waiting to be loved. I try and try to paint you out of every picture in my mind. But when ever a song comes on, or I read a book, or even see a film that evokes a certain emotion I thought I had long lost...
it's just a reminder of how i failed. Failed you. failed myself. failed us. And i go on living the days like it's my last. Smiling, laughing, and dancing around like no one is watching. Indulging in life and all it's luster. Only to find it empty without you.
you try so hard to stay away from it, but the rose is just so beautiful on it's own. So fragile and lonely just waiting to be loved. I try and try to paint you out of every picture in my mind. But when ever a song comes on, or I read a book, or even see a film that evokes a certain emotion I thought I had long lost...
it's just a reminder of how i failed. Failed you. failed myself. failed us. And i go on living the days like it's my last. Smiling, laughing, and dancing around like no one is watching. Indulging in life and all it's luster. Only to find it empty without you.