For that dude you thought you’d be with forever but that crap just didn’t work out. Yeah, the dude you spent more time battling with but you were too settled to want to let it go even though you KNEW you were doomed before you began; A dysfunctional relationship. I’m talking about that homie who you were friends with first but the relationship messed up the very thing y...ou said you cherished about one another. YES for the ending, for the revelation, for moving forward and letting love find you. Fall in love with the possibility and stop reliving the break up. Enough is enough. #PressOn. #noweight
Post Relationship
i only want what's best for you but you always push me away.
i'm tired of walking that path with you
trying to think of what to say.
and when the words make their way
you always shoot them down to death.
taking my inhaler
as i'm running out of breath.
and you'd never understand
because
you hear what you wish.
you're thinking love is lovely
but
deep inside i'm pissed.
i'm tired of being tired of this
the bull,
the arguments
and
such.
sometimes this gets hard for me
you know
dealing with the breakup.
you always want to talk
and see things from your view.
talking without listening
as you're looking for a clue.
and no i never guide you
because it's not that deep for real.
the aftermath of you and i
this is how i feel.
sometimes i get scared
because
they said i couldn't do it again.
i've prepared myself for the loss
without even thinking i could win.
i find myself,
not me,
being someone else’s type.
trying to live for the two of us
confused about this life.
and i couldn't be your wife
because
there's so much more to that.
trying to move forward
as my heart still looks back.
tired of trying to coach myself into letting you love me more.
closing every window
just to crawl out the door.
loving you too much to even love to let you go.
the more we continue this merry-go-round;
the friendship continues to grow.
and it's impossible to be friends
with someone who has your heart.
mending all the pieces but it still falls apart.
wanting not to call you
as i press the one touch dial.
needing to be arrested
as i'm sitting through this trial.
moving on slowly
meeting someone else.
haven't done this in years
actually needing help.
but i'm not allowing myself the chance
to know him on any level.
still trying to put you in place as i'm saying,
"us again, never."
4 keeping promises
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