You don't seem to get it...I don't want to be your "friend". I don't want to be lied to, or patronized. My real friends don't do that to me. I don't want to talk to you; I know you're only doing it out of guilt. On some level you realize you fucked up. I don't want to hear from you until you realize it on every level. Save me the headache, the anxiety, the distraction. Save yourself the empty attempts. Save her the insecurity of a boyfriend who's chasing guilt. Just save it.
You still don't get it. I don't want to be your "friend". I don't want to hear from you unless you're on my doorstep with a ring and an apology. You fucked up.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Almost forgot it's Wednesday!
You know what that means....haiku time!
Night out with the boys,
My favorite group to be just
My regular self.
Night out with the boys,
My favorite group to be just
My regular self.
If life were a musical...
This is what I imagine he sings:
You could be happy and I won't know
But you weren't happy the day I watched you go
And all the things that I wished I had not said
Are played on loops 'till it's madness in my head
Is it too late to remind you how we were
But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur
Most of what I remember makes me sure
I should have stopped you from walking out the door
You could be happy, I hope you are
You made me happier than I'd been by far
Somehow everything I own smells of you
And for the tiniest moment it's all not true
Do the things that you always wanted to
Without me there to hold you back, don't think, just do
More than anything I want to see you go
Take a glorious bite out of the whole world
(Snow Patrol's "You could be happy")
You could be happy and I won't know
But you weren't happy the day I watched you go
And all the things that I wished I had not said
Are played on loops 'till it's madness in my head
Is it too late to remind you how we were
But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur
Most of what I remember makes me sure
I should have stopped you from walking out the door
You could be happy, I hope you are
You made me happier than I'd been by far
Somehow everything I own smells of you
And for the tiniest moment it's all not true
Do the things that you always wanted to
Without me there to hold you back, don't think, just do
More than anything I want to see you go
Take a glorious bite out of the whole world
(Snow Patrol's "You could be happy")
Saturday, March 07, 2009
Interesting thought found on the interwebs...
"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully 'round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, inpenetrable, irredeemable." --C.S. Lewis
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