Even though you have you everything to lose,
I have this belief that you'll gladly give it up if it appears to be worth while.
I might be just be rambling on and on again about my fears and how there has to be something to this that's just not meant to last.
I try and starve them but they feed off my thoughts...
The ones you daily make me believe are false.
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 6:15 AM UTC
You think I get off at practically begging for your attention.
Have you ever thought maybe, if you listened and tried to understand, you'd see a change?
Wanting and being wanted goes both ways.
Otherwise there's always one of the two that's simply not getting enough to make them feel whole but enough to make them starve and come back for more.
I don't want that.
I want it to be equal.
I never want to question that you love me or find me attractive all because you limit your time, affection and attention.
You have your way of showing it, as do I.
But isn't the goal to pay attention and learn how someone needs to be wanted and needed and vice versa?
Wouldn't it equal out then?
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
You know it's terrible, I can see your effort and trying your hardest to earn what it is you lost.
You're working backwards.
Doing the right thing in a mix of wrong choices.
When will you learn?
Your true colors are shining through, I refuse to let them be tainted by irrelevant information I already came to know.
And this time, I refuse to believe that good could live inside of you.
You're not capable to handle the responsibility of being a host of something you dare to lose.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 6:50 AM UTC
Familiar places making memories arise inside my mind.
I push them back, but I can still see you standing there.
With not much to say but the gears turning clear as day.
Not knowing the right things to say but what should be said.
Your words linger around me, as if their hanuting me.
Familiar places making memories arise inside my mind.
Why can't you disappear?
Can't you see that I didn't ask for this..?
I didn't ask for help.
I didn't ask you to make everything that's blurry, clear as the ***** beside me.
Clarity.
Who needs it in a place that's so carefully tainted.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 6:05 AM UTC
I really shouldn't get my hopes up.
It never ends well.
I should know better by now.
This is just a story written and I'm just living in it.
With some scene cut and a few lines here and there mixed up.
A happy ending doesn't exist, only lessones learned.
Look out for chapter two.
This script could go forever if I allowed it to.
An end is the only way for a new beginning,
Sometimes the plot gives you a way to look back and give an idea to where your heading.
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC
What's wrong with me?
I'm one of thousands that think this everyday.
**** it's cliche.
To feel this way.
Knowing it's not just me.
Knowing no one will begin to understand
Listing the symptoms, getting close,
to being diagnosed.
The right amount of dosage won't change a thing.
"Give it a chance," they beg,
"Give it time. You'll see a difference.
You'll feel better."
Who are you to tell me what I should feel?
Who are you, to promise such a slim possibility?
The outcome is inevitable.
Live inside my mind for a day.
Then maybe you'll see.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
He said he'll miss her,
The way she breathes life into everything around her.
Those eyes, mocking the color of the ground he walks on.
A daily reminder.
He says he'll miss her.
Living day by day.
Through all the same motions.
Her scent lingering around him,
How will he get by,
Without that daily pick-me-up
Always provided, never taking the time to realize it.
He says he'll miss her,
As he watched her walk out the door,
No longer an invitation to go after her.
Mind made up. She's never coming back.
As accepting as it was,
in the heat of the moment.
Regret beginning to eat him whole.
Filling him to the core as his heart goes cold.
What have we learned from this?
He says he'll miss her,
The empty place in his heart where she used to be.
A place that was once home.
He said he'll miss her,
We know better.
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
You think I would be used to this constant disappointment by now.
This shakey feeling that lingers within my body when I'm shown again,
it's not just me.
That holds your attention.
This ending has come inevitable.
I'm starting to accept it.
Any future I saw involving you,
has become irrelevant.
And I'm becoming okay with it.
Lie after lie.
Don't you ever wish to speak the truth?
This can't be healthy.
This tightrope you have me walking on has started thinning out.
No concern for my safety.
Yet, you insist.
I gave you a gun, pointed directly toward my heart.
As the story would go,
you have every intention to pull and move on.
As life would have it.
Please do.
Make me hate you.
Someday you'll finally realize,
the grass will not always be greener on the other side.
Someday,
you'll understand that the time you took with the constant overwhelming curiosity,
Valuable time was wasted.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
Should have seen it from the start.
The slick words that came out of your mouth so effortlessly.
You know the game your playing.
By your expression, it looks as though you already know all my moves.
You've played this a few times.
You know how to make it all work to your advantage.
I gave you right to my body.
But baby.. you took every bit of your sweet time to manipulate my mind.
Made me trust a being that's not capable of being loved.
That only knows how to get what he wants.
You know you can't have your cake and eat it too.
But for some odd reason, you believe that rule doesn't apply to you.
-C.J-
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 2:42 AM UTC
Her eyes.
That's what gives her away.
A hat worn tightly, meeting the top of her eyebrows.
Thoughts racing.
Thinking she finally figured it out.
What this life is about.
What she turned her life into.
Was it worth it,
The outcome of how things are now?
She asks herself, crowed around the ones that are supposed to matter.
..It doesn't matter.
Just a few chapters of things that go unnoticed.
A few people that come & go without a reappearance.
It could be worse. So I've been told.
Of course it can. & it has.
Little by little. Day by day.
Overlooking what could destory me in the future.
My only regret,
not accepting it when it could have made a difference.
-C.J-
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC