Tuesday, January 27, 2009
i tell you
2:46:00 PM
If this is only the start,
Then I'd say don't go on, you.
If this is how the end goes,
Then I'd say well done, you.
I'm more crushed than crumpled paper.
I'm more shattered than broken glass.
Ever since then, I've lost all that is left of me;
And it's all thanks to the only one I see.
You don't look at me the same way,
You don't listen to me the same way,
You don't care about me the same way,
You don't even talk to me the same way.
What used to be the same way,
Now just used-to-be the same old way.
Letting go of you and seeing you walk -
You just let me leave without hearing you talk.
And now I wonder why I am still right here,
When you don't even care if I'm not near.
Maybe it wasn't my fault,
Or that you weren't wrong,
Maybe it wasn't a mistake,
Or that we weren't to blame,
But still, nothing was right.
I cry each and every night, and I cry so much.
I lie still and tried to remember your nudge.
I tried to remember whatever's left of us,
And then it hit me that it was all in the past.
Is it me, or am I further away?
Is it me, or what was it you say?
Is it me, or am I the only one thinking what might?
Is it me, or do you just don't walk by my side?
Is it me, or am I chasing cars?
Is it me, or are you tired of us?
Go on and say it, so I won't be bothered
To guess it all and whatever that I've seen.
Go on; and don't you dare be a coward now,
Like how I am, like how I've been.
I turned right, you took left -
and leave whatever we once have.p.s. i wrote this for a broken-hearted ex-boyfriend to his not-so-over-her ex-girlfriend.
(enter my name here)
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