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hmm.
im sorry
im sorry, i cant control other people
im sorry that it didnt go the way you wanted to
i have my own things on my mind, you never ask me any questions though. not anymore at least
i dont know what to tell you anymore, what hasnt been said? whats left? more broken promises, bruises, screeched ears, swollen eyes.
i dont want that anymore, its not as glamourous as it seems in the movies.
their isnt a happy ending, you already knew that, but you didnt want to tell me. is it just me thats been fooled? or did he get you too?
i just want to know, i wont tell anyone. who would i tell anyway, whos going to believe me? i dont even believe myself, not anymore, i used to have an idea..
i think we all did, one time, that was the same time when that one show would come on after school. and it was fun, just really cool, i miss that.
who said it had to be complicated, i want to meet them, i want to shake their hand. they got everyone fooled. amazing, with a blink of an eye, hes got you all believing in the struggle.
the one that doesnt exsist, the one you made up yourself. its a pandemic..theirs a scientific word for it, not sure what it is
oh yea, heartbreak..its when, you come to a point in your life, its so stressful, so ******** stressful, you snap, and you make up a person, and they are perfect. your idea of perfection, this person, just shines. in a dark room. like their skin is glistening with love and understanding, just for you though, thats the thing that makes it seem real, they love you, they know you, inside and out
then. thats when the reality comes in, its too good to be true, its just a figment of your imagination. you find yourself, opened mouth, drooling. staring out the car window in the backseat, in your moms beat up grandam..cause her new boyfriends sitting in the front. he took your seat..
thats ok.
your lover wont ever let anyone sit in your seat, hes saving it for you, for the day you wake up, and go sit in the living room with that grungy looking cat youve always had. in your lap, cup of tea on the table..its always empty.
its just a display case, remember? the ones from ur childhood, that they sold at the craft store. remember when you got lost at walmart? and they called your aunt to the customer service desk. yea, she was pissed..
emo
Hugo Chaboe · Mon Oct 01, 2007 @ 03:13am · 1 Comments |
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