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Things aren't the same as they once were. Perverted, our connection, you and I due to the nature of an incident I procurred. I miss the endless adoration once pure, now muddled with a **** up and a "bottom's up!" I raised the glasses, the bottles, the steins, witholding truth, I ended with a bolsterous hiccup. I laid in bed that night, in a drunken stupor, covering my cold body with a sheet that lied, hoping to move past so I shan't become part of a looper. Alas, all was finally revealed and I to blame. A fool to follow the masses, I couldn't find my own ground. I should've fought harder, but now, I only feel shame. I tried to embrace for that's all I knew what to do, She shoved me into a wall, tears trickle down her face, And all those barriers that I once broke down, are now being rebuilt in what feels like the original place. I don't know what to do. I've lost all the trust. Actions over words, she says. Hit, Stay, or Bust. I'm trying, lord knows I'm trying, but in the dead of night, when no one can hear, I sit in the bathroom, failing at holding back all those tears. "I'm sorry, babe, I'm sorry." Those words mean nothing now. Words. Can't. Fix. Everything! She loves me, which is why she stayed, giving me a chance to fix the error of my ways. She musters a smile, but I know that heart of hers is frayed, but I'll find a way to prove to her that I am what I say: The man she fell in love with, built on promises of old, And if I may be so bold when I say, that I promise our little sweet peas, will learn from this story and uphold, the honor I had to fight for, and the lesson I had to be told.
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC
Words Can't Fix Everything
Things aren't the same as they once were. Perverted, our connection, you and I due to the nature of an incident I procurred. I miss the endless adoration once pure, now muddled with a **** up and a "bottom's up!" I raised the glasses, the bottles, the steins, witholding truth, I ended with a bolsterous hiccup. I laid in bed that night, in a drunken stupor, covering my cold body with a sheet that lied, hoping to move past so I shan't become part of a looper. Alas, all was finally revealed and I to blame. A fool to follow the masses, I couldn't find my own ground. I should've fought harder, but now, I only feel shame. I tried to embrace for that's all I knew what to do, She shoved me into a wall, tears trickle down her face, And all those barriers that I once broke down, are now being rebuilt in what feels like the original place. I don't know what to do. I've lost all the trust. Actions over words, she says. Hit, Stay, or Bust. I'm trying, lord knows I'm trying, but in the dead of night, when no one can hear, I sit in the bathroom, failing at holding back all those tears. "I'm sorry, babe, I'm sorry." Those words mean nothing now. Words. Can't. Fix. Everything! She loves me, which is why she stayed, giving me a chance to fix the error of my ways. She musters a smile, but I know that heart of hers is frayed, but I'll find a way to prove to her that I am what I say: The man she fell in love with, built on promises of old, And if I may be so bold when I say, that I promise our little sweet peas, will learn from this story and uphold, the honor I had to fight for, and the lesson I had to be told.
I am truly sorry my love.
N-Young
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27/M/American
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC
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