"One runs the risk of weeping a little when one allows himself to be tamed."
Maybe I'm too tamed.
Because of you, I didn't believe her when she told me she'd keep in touch.
She said, "I promise."
I didn't believe it.
It wasn't true.
Because of you, I didn't even approach her.
But she approached me.
And I thought it would be different.
And it wasn't.
Because of you, I expect the worst from people's friendships.
And am right far too often.
Because of you, I don't even try much anymore.
And maybe that's wrong.
But I don't know anymore.
"A simple thing; where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.
So tell me when you're gonna let me in; I'm getting tired & I need somewhere to begin.
& if you have a minute why don't we go
talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
so why don't we go somewhere only we know?"
Good pete-asaurus.
I'm so effing dramatic.
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