January 2010
Trust?
Hanging on the edge With your eyes open You pry my fingers loose Always pretending to save me You had nothing to lose My emotions are stubborn They refuse to learn that you can’t do me any good Or is this your little way of telling me that you care? Or keeping me in line? A line that you drew the day I met you. You shoot when I cross What’s love if it’s lost at a thought? Trust...
drink your tears away
suck it up suck it up
pain
angst
oh, little angsty us.
if you can't let it be, might as well let it...
She suggested that I keep a journal or something. Ya, I need to sort things out. But that is another subject altogether. Fear. Jealousy. Fear. Jealousy. Fear. Jealousy. Fear. And jealousy. Two things that get every relationship in trouble. I dislike. But I can’t help it. I should be able to control, but somehow I lost the remote. If life is a journey, what’s the destination?
your red, red wine
you’re not dreaming.
i can’t tear you away from my skull.
so stuck.
i’ll talk to you.
i won’t ignore.
promised.
December 2009
do you have to do this
broke me into two when you did that.
you’re so selfish.
so impulsive.
so crude.
so annoying.
i can’t help it.
we can’t be friends.
let me soar elsewhere.