By Arcassin Burnham




i thouht you were the one,
but instead you were a freight,
i was buried from the sun,
hiding everyday and everynight,
but you and your voicemails,
are really annoying,
you use to paint your nails,
with vanity and suffering,
like jellybeans and m & m's,
they really just dont mix,
its like every direct hit,
is an every direct miss,
you keep calling,
i hate it,
you keep calling,
i hate it.

I didn't see it
Maybe I didn't want to
Just friends I thouht
He was nice, he cared
But he is like the rest, which isn't fair
Telling me I was beautiful, all for something, the warning signs were there
I just didn't want to believe
until once, he persued and I rejected
he didn't like that
and know for 3 months I feel marked
what's a girl to do?

I never mean to get anyone mad
Some aree just not use to the truth
I'm hoping to a balance but all is outta wack
Would make time both on different schedules
She's ben blessed and experienced more
I might be pursing  her and get hurt
I thouht she was the one
I wanted to be her one too many complication
Never treated her bad but I'm on the end of a damaged heart
If it was easy i d say away
Be better if things went my way
For once there's love and feels right

These tears
Speak pain
And
This pen
Bleeds agony
Painting
My journal
With painfull
Colours
I dont know
Whats happening
To us
I couldnt Sleep
Last night
Knowing you're
Angry at me,
Couldnt even
Pick up
The phone
To call you
Because
I dont know
Where
To begin
Or how to explain
Myself,
The pain
Of sleeping
Without
Hearing that sweet
voice of yours
Is just unbearable,
I really dont
Remember
What happened
The night
Before yesterday,
I had too many
Drinks,
I just rember
Us arguing
Over the phone,
I wont even
Tell you
How the argument
Started,
Fingers were
Pointing
Opposite directions,
Agonizing Words
Were uttered,
It was accusations
Left, right
And centre
I know
It wasnt me
Speaking
Bu the alcohol,
Not that im putting
The blame
On alcohol
For my uncalled for
Beahvior,
I just took
Too much
That it started
Controlling me
And
My behavior,
I never thought
My words
Would pierce
Sharper
Than a needle,
Accusing you
Of cheating
When
Im the one
Who broke
Your
Trust and loyalt,
I thouht i saw
The signs
I saw in me
When i started
Cheating
Reflecting
In you
And I was wrong,
Thats what happens
When one cheats,
They start
Suspecting
The other
Of cheating
Whenever they notice
Something different.
What im trying
To say is I opposed
Pain to you
Knowing not
It would do me
More harm,
I know I did you wrong
And accept full
Blame
For everything
Happening
Between us,
Involving myself
With her
Made me
Realise
My survival
Depends on you
And
My soul feeds
On your love,
Your'e
Like the Air
I breath
And
I can not go
Another day
Without you.
Down
On my knees
Unworthy
Of your forgiveness
But I beg
For your forgiveness
I love yo
And
I miss you

Will you forgive me ?

An object can't hear
An object can't see
An object can't breathe
Like you
Or me

What's an object's motives
or deapth of reason to be?

What thoughtfulness, does an Object Have thoughts?
...who am I...
...why am I here...
...how and who should I outta be...
...can I be happy...
...am I sad...

We craft an object
We use an object
We define it's reason and meaning
Why it is and What it should function for

We specialize it's resourcefulness
And squiz out it's worth...until it's?

Useless?
Doesn't work?

Doesn't have the same woth
it used to have?

It's totally in our control
We define how long it should exist
Or how long it's in our presence

An Object we don't like anymore
Or have no care for we lose,...

Forget, dismental, discard, do things with it, without a shameful thouht

Well an Object has no feelings
It's just there
No emotion no motion no tensions
To care about

It doesn't speak
It is always the same
Does always the same it was made for
No smile no hurt

It's there because of you
You chose so
I't doesn't just apear out of nowhere

You baught it
Someone gave it to you
You saw it and wanted it to be yours

You can share an object
You can keep it for yourself
You can show it proudly or destainfuly

What ever you feel to do with it
You do
It won't mind

Well if I think about all this
I guess we can all agree

What an Object really is.