And it's not what I asked for.
Sometimes life just slips in through the back door
Carves out the person
And makes you believe it's so true.
And now I've got you.
And you're not what I asked for.
If I'm honest I know I would give it all back
For a chance to start over
And rewrite an ending or two
For the girl that I knew.
Who'll be reckless just enough
Who'll get hurt but
Who learns how to toughen up when she's bruised
And gets used by a man who can't love
And then she'll get stuck and be scared
Of the life that's inside her
Growing stronger each day
'Til it finally reminds her
To fight just a little
To bring back the fire in her eyes
That's been gone but it used to be mine.
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Be kind to me.
After all is said and done... I cannot deny that everything I felt was real. Everything I felt. I sit here and mourn something bigger than a love that is lost. I mourn the loss of me. Of everything I was or thought I was. Here I am now.. just a broken and fragmented version of many pieces of me.. That I will have to now rebuild from the bottom. Something more real and substantial. With purpose, meaning and worth. With so much worth. I just need to feel it. Feel worth it.
One day I will be there.
For now.. I mourn and suffer and lick my wounds in the corner.
One day I will be there.
Monday, September 7, 2015
Saturday, September 5, 2015
Believe them.
You don't love me. You never did. You don't even know what love is.
You led me down the garden path.
I will never ever understand how the person I loved more than anything on this earth, could destroy me in such a devastating manner. I will never ever understand.
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
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