Baby just tell me
I was the one for you.
Tell me I was stupid
Tell me I was another
one of those asshole jocks
Second Thoughts.
Sure I was stupid
An asshole
I shoudve given you some
room,
time,
Baby I swear I gotta stop with these
rhymes.
Maybe baby
Thr nickname I gave
You.
I feel as though it refers to our current relationship. Just a baby. We are still new to eachother. I want to start what we had all over and do it right. I shoulda treated you like my queen, been forgiving like teens are meant to be, be loving you to the max without all the terrible heart attacks I get when I see you. I shouldve know that one day you wouldve walked away found a better man and run away with his heart. I wouldve thought you wouldve rubbed it in my face that you can get real boyfriends, but you didnt. I guess thats one if the things that angered me the most. That I let someone as generous, courageous, beautiful, outstanding, repectful, responsible, elegeant, hardworking, and overall just perfect, as you, go. Not even that. I pushed you away you even warned me. We fought till we cried and thats still killing me. And I didnt know you went silent around me. I guess I was always so caught uo in the dream of you and I together forever. Sorry if this scarred you. Id like you to know that you werent the only one to suffer, if that even makes you feel any better at all. That night I ran away in my jeans no shirt, no shoes no glasses just those tears. I knelt in the forest around Ericas house and wept. I cried my heart out. I stood at the edge of the bridge across the Nith river. I wasnt sure what I was doing I wasnt sure if you even meant that much to me...then I realized you did. That night I sulked all the way home, wet muddy, and when I returned, I wondered why I didnt jump. I have a family. I thougt about every reason why I didnt and not one for jumping in but being seperated from you forever. I came back because I was so attached to seeing you thosee odd times that I stopped myself from thinking. I went back to my bed after a long shower to wash the salty tears running streaks through my muddy face away. Im sorry if I scarred you, or even scared you just now. So...
Let's talk.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Random Self-Quarrells and arguments.
AcakRead it, don't read it, I don't care its only the voices inside my head.
