I don't know what to think, how to calculate what exactly I am going through, suffering with but this pressure on my heart has yet to let me breathe. I want to cry every second of each minute, I want to write but never seem to stutter out the words, my heart seems to be caving in, then on odd days all this seems to fade into a distant fog like a walk on a brick road in England after the sun rays have finished setting --My heart ponders around for awhile, and I'm alright. At least for the rest of the day. Don't you wish God would give us more signs in life? It seems we become so desperate for signs from God that this person is wrong for us, that we find ourselves begging, pleading to God for a sign, and when there is not a sign within the same minute of asking for one, we start to think maybe that tiny tiny sound in the back round of this radio is the sign from God, or maybe this green light! OR MAYBE GOD DOESN'T GIVE US SIGNS, MAYBE HE WANTS US TO WANDER AROUND LIKE HAMSTERS IN A MAZE JUST TRYING TO FIND OUR WAY AROUND LIFE WITHOUT ANY HELP! I've always had a hard time telling a girl if I had a problem with something she was doing (Hint: Perhaps this is the reason I get walked all over and cheated on) --She will say or do something that will make me second think, maybe she is cheating, maybe she is not happy, or make me even wonder what the hell she is thinking, but I chicken out and just smirk and pretend nothing is wrong and sadly, agree with whatever she is saying. I'm not sure if I do that because I'd rather believe I'm in a fairy tale, or I don't want to seem needy, or maybe I just don't want to sound like an obsessive boyfriend or maybe the real reason is because I know nothing will change, things will pretend to change and just form into another disaster. And I sit here and ask how did this happen to me? Fuck! HOW STUPID AM I? I get on one knee in the middle of Red Lobster and propose to a girl who is hunched over with a dull look on her face, no smile hidden under her cheeks, no giggle about to burst from her lungs, just a "Ya." And I love her too much to ask her for a happier expression to me giving her my life, well hell! I shouldn't have to ask! "Please baby, say yes instead of plain ya" "Can you at least seem happy about it?" "Do you even want this?" "Go in the bathroom and splash some water on your cheeks so I can at least pretend you are crying from happiness" --I wish I had the guts to stand to you, but instead I'm a fucking pussy who is scared you will leave if I try to "change" you. I'm tired of you changing me, there I said it! LOOK AT ALL I HAVE DONE FOR YOU, AND THEN SIT THERE AND SAY I DO NOT LOVE YOU! I don't need your stupid excuses on why you are always a bitch to me, always saying "Don't touch me right now, don't kiss me, I need space".. Everyone is saying how much I am fucking up my life because of you, and yet I sit here and defend you like a complete idiot, "I'm not fucking my life up, I'm doing what makes me happy, why can't you see that? I love her, shut up!" I will say exactly how you make me feel, in just a few simple sentences: You make me feel as if I have a fucking disease with how many times you tell me not to touch you "right now". I'm tired of sitting next to you waiting for the moment you feel like letting me inside your heart. I'm not making any sense at all, so I'm gonna go.
Goodnight.
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