Every time I see his face. It breaks my heart.
I guess this is only fair. I am getting my own for every time I broke his.
Alison.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Monday, March 12, 2007
Bollix
With Spring comes memories of better days. Days when I could step into my car, roll down the windows and listen to what I thought was the best music I would ever hear. That time is here again and I am excited about the weather, but honestly, just that.
I hate what we had, because I envy it. And I know why we argue, because I hate it. We argue because we want to be a part of what we're not, we want to drive 3 minutes to talk, we know what makes the other hurt, we can't be together, but mostly because we'll never be the same.
Hard times are on their way. No, they're here. I hide because that's what I'm best at. I want to be supportive and strong, but I've done that all my life, for everyone but myself. I always hid that last piece in my left palm, so I could be the one to complete the puzzle. I need to stop being selfish and let someone else finish the puzzle for once. Reluctantly, I'll hand off that final piece and encourage you to complete the picture.
I want you in my life. No matter how much this hurts us both.
Alison.
I hate what we had, because I envy it. And I know why we argue, because I hate it. We argue because we want to be a part of what we're not, we want to drive 3 minutes to talk, we know what makes the other hurt, we can't be together, but mostly because we'll never be the same.
Hard times are on their way. No, they're here. I hide because that's what I'm best at. I want to be supportive and strong, but I've done that all my life, for everyone but myself. I always hid that last piece in my left palm, so I could be the one to complete the puzzle. I need to stop being selfish and let someone else finish the puzzle for once. Reluctantly, I'll hand off that final piece and encourage you to complete the picture.
I want you in my life. No matter how much this hurts us both.
Alison.
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