Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Same Old Thing
I wonder if I ask for too much sometimes. I probably do, I know I do. I guess all my nitpicking is fueled by jealousy of observing others. It's a nasty quality and I wish I didn't have it. But I'd trade all these material things you've given me if I had some raw showing of what I mean to you. I guess that day will come and go with the proposal that I long for. I think that I am greedy, because you never demand anything from me. You're always content. But the difference between you and me is that I am capable of deeply showing the love I have for you by any way that I can imagine.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Vendettas
Sometimes I truly believe that we will meet somewhere and sob and hug, forgiving each others wrong done to the other. Like we used to. But as months pass, I feel that those childish days are over. It's part of growing up, I suppose, that when serious problems arise you can't just simply hug and sob it out. We're adults now, we're cold. The coldness come with more and more years spent on this hellish Earth. It influences us. I try unbelievably hard to force this influence away from whatever purity I have left that belongs to me, but it isn't so easy. I continue to fend it off, but you've lost yourself to the things around you. You will remain cold. There was a time when I thought that would happen to me, but somehow I came away from it. I know what I'm supposed to be, who I'm supposed to be. And my heart breaks every day that I see you lost on a frigid path.
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