It’s pretty frustrating
Not that I do not love you any more, but more the fact that you do not want me. It’s strange because you were probably the only person who really did, and although life has improved dramatically since you’ve left I can’t help but ponder sometimes over how happy we were. Invinsible!? HA!
It is strange to think how different things were last year and how many more friends, fairweather or not, I used to have. How many I have made this year, and they too have come to pass. Well, one of the most significant ones has.
Nostalgia lingers in the space between my face and the pillow, oh the images are bitter sweet.
I wouldn’t go back, I wouldn’t change a thing;Oh no! But I have begun scratching at the wound again, like I am ripping a ladder furthur into my tights until only the frays remain.
Very few can decode the metaphors. Michael can, you could, Tyron tried but failed. He is the sort of person that is so busy making assumptions he misses the obvious.
I know I am ready now, for love to smother me, but some of us were not born beautiful.
