Monday, December 26, 2011
Bah Humbug
I hate Christmas. it used to be my favorite holiday, i always had one thing that I really wanted which I almost always got and this year the only thing I wanted was for my family to stop falling apart. Instead I got a pair of toe socks,,, and I suppose some other nice things. I suppose that's okay for now, I love toe socks.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
More Okay Than Not I Suppose
You say, sometimes, it's like I hardly know you
And maybe there's somethings I never showed you
Sometimes you're certain, but just can't get it working at all
You say to yourself somebody better
Will understand you more than I ever
I'll shake his hand, and smile, and say I understand. Well I do
That don't mean I don't think about you
I know we
Said it's just as well that I won't keep, keep you for myself
But, I don't want to see you happier with somebody else
Oh, why can't you just be lo-lo, lo lo-lo, lo lonely?
Why can't you just be lo-lo, lo lo-lo, lo lonely?
Why can't you just be lo-lo, lo lo-lo, lo lonely?
I know you need someone too
This just feels so soon
I know some things should just stay broken
I'm well aware this should remain unspoken
But I've been working on the things that I was learning all wrong, oh
I know sometimes I only twist ya
And maybe I'm too proud to say I missed ya
But what if here and now, I tell you that I'm all figured out?
Or maybe I just like how that sounds
I know we
Said it's just as well that I won't keep, keep you for myself
But I don't want to see you happier with somebody else
Oh, why can't you just be lo-lo, lo lo-lo, lo lonely?
Why can't you just be lo-lo, lo lo-lo, lo lonely?
Why can't you just be lo-lo, lo lo-lo, lo lonely?
I know you need someone too
This just feels so
And I know it seems beneath me
But sometimes it's not so easy
To wish you well and let you go
And I say it's just as well
That I just can't keep you for myself
I don't want to see you happier with somebody else
Oh, lo-lo, lo lo-lo, lo lonely?
Why can't you just be lo-lo, lo lo-lo, lo lonely?
Why can't you just be lo-lo, lo lo-lo, lo lonely?
This just feels so
This just feels so,
Feels so soon
(Lo-lo, lo lo-lo, lo lonely?)
Why can't you be
(Lo-lo, lo lo-lo, lo lonely?)
Why can't you be
(Lo-lo, lo lo-lo, lo lonely?)
This just feels so,
This just feels so,
This just feels so soon
Monday, December 12, 2011
I Didn't Write This But I Love It...
I’m not sure how to start this, or even why I’m writing it other than it being Christmas and it seems like an appropriate time. I miss you. I thought time would make it easier, but the truth is I miss you more every day. I know you’re happy; I can see that and I’m honestly glad. I’m not saying this with any agenda: I love you. I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you, and every day since. You might not want anything to do with me, and on some level I understand why. My biggest fear isn’t that you don’t love me anymore, or even that you might hate me. It’s that you’ll forget about me. I couldn’t bear that because I think about you every day. Sometimes those thoughts make me sad, sometimes they make my heart ache. More often they make me smile because I think about what an incredible person you are, and the memories you’ve given me.
I’m sorry for the times I went a little crazy; I thought shutting you out would make me miss you less. I’m sorry for the things I didn’t do when we were together. If I could do it again I would be great for you, and I would never let you go.
I’m sorry for the times I went a little crazy; I thought shutting you out would make me miss you less. I’m sorry for the things I didn’t do when we were together. If I could do it again I would be great for you, and I would never let you go.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Dimple Pimple Piercings
What is it about some people that makes them so damn easy to talk to? Said way too much last night. Things I have never said to anyone. And should never say to anyone. Where to go from here? I have no one to blame but myself for the ruins that lie before me. I have lost the one person I care about most. And it's not even like their hands simply slipped out of mine. They let go. They want this. How? Why? I just want things to go back to normal. I just want things to fucking be okay.
If you love them, let them go.
If you love them, let them go.
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