Friday, 26 June 2009
{ 15:47:00 }
we were never met to be better, we were never meant to be at all.
nothing is meant for anything, and to think,
that by some paradox of our emotion we were above natural laws
and actually in the realm of fate.
i dont know whats love is, i dont know how its supposed to be,
but my guess is that its a variation of interpretation.
i told you not to make me your everything,
and that no one should ever mean that much to a person.
i was right, ive always known i was right,
and it breaks my heart when you dont listen. i guess this all
because you dont listen, but im not really one to point the finger.
i could do better; i could do better.
im so disgusted with all that ive turned out to be,
i cant even believe my sobriety has seen me through all of this.
or that i decided this without any extra essence of inebriation at all,
but only my faux pas, that i should decide to partake
in such a thing i didnt hold any belief to.
youre the greatest thing a person could hope for.
the greatest thing any girl could ever ask for. only im not any girl.
im not like most girls at all, and what made me seem so by any means is
what effect all this had on me.
im not meant to be hoarded or held or belonging to anyone but myself.
insurgent by fault, and i dont take kindly to anyone's expectations or obligations.
and so maybe its my fault, but my fingers arent pointing.
only fools can love and lose. and we may be fools. we may be young.
we may love, or think we love, but im hoping we never lose.
i would never like to say ive lost such a wonderful thing.
i may let you go, i may push you away, but i would be so ashamed to lose some one
so beautiful in every little way. i hope i never have to leave you at all.
i never wanted to be a teenage tragedy.
i never wanted to be a cliche story. i never wanted to.
and all i can say is from now on, im going to listen to my mind, again.
i gave my emotion a chance, and nothing good seems to have come of it.
