Some days I wonder to myself
“What’s the use?”
the back and forth’s been
going around in circles
and we can never get to a
point of parallel lines –
going forward with no
It’s humorous how time
can make barely existing
troubles stew into
never ending shouting matches –
dreams disappear and from
the shadow of doubt
nightmares take its place.
Why do we bother?
What love do we have to keep us
united when silence slowly
tears us apart and we both don’t
care to mutter words to keep it
What we once had was beautiful,
but it seems almost impossible
to recover, it seems like
“Once Upon A Time,” we were
But now, the dust has settled
and what we had feels lost.
The stars are going and maybe
it’s time we finally made our lives
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“But you didn’t have to cut me off…”
It plays in the background on repeat and I don’t know what I should do. Should I just take it off? Should I add some Sting and Phil Collins to it, to make the sounds reverberating less depressing? The more I think of the words Gotye sings, the more I think of the things we’ve said to each other. And like that, I free fall into a spiral tunnel, lined with my blood-red rage.
“I want space,” he said to me. Space. What the fuck does that mean? He has space. It’s called ‘air.’
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I no longer know what you want me to do.
I think of things long and hard, wondering what to make better
I’m always saying sorry, creating mountains of “sorry”s so that you may feel better,
so that things can be better, so that ‘we’ can be ‘right.’
No longer does my heart take flight.
It’s weighted down with doubts about ‘us,’ because if this was truly love, we’d both feel free.
Not like the sullen prisoners we’ve both become, drowned in our own world of silence.
Where are the words? Where is the forgiveness?
What ever this is, it’s provided no provisions for our love to survive, it’s all who’s wrong or right and I’m tired of this long internal fight.
One day we’re fine and the next we’re strangers, only after moments of intoxicating elation are we relating but then when it’s gone
I’m back to debating one if this is worth waiting for…
It doesn’t seem to be getting any better…
I’m tired of thinking that we can change or that things will be as they were before.
I don’t want to feel something fake between us anymore.