Sunday, April 16, 2006

Destruction.

It's too easy and that's why I can't do it.
A girl like me doesn't need a guy like you.

I need a mountain to climb, not a breezy pathway to meander through.
And how can you not understand that?

So what if he's leaving me.
He's living his life, he's taking a chance.
If he still wants me when he comes back, at least I'll feel like I'm worth something.

There's so much I want to do.
But you're like a wrong turn, a dead end.
Maybe for once, money can't buy my happiness.

I'm not going to give up, not going to settle.
I just wish I could tell you that.

If only you could stop pretending I'm the one for you.
For once, just listen to what I'm saying.
I have dreams, and fears, and plans.
You'd make them all disappear.
You'd make me vanish.
I'd be a shell of something that could have been.
Behind the smile and sparkling eyes, I'd be empty.
I'd be thinking of what might have happened.
Of what I should have done.
I can't make that choice.
This is no time for desperation.

3 comments:

Seamus said...

Does he read the blog? Because if he does and continues to pursue...that's some persistence.

Get drunk and say horrible, hurtful things to him. That's what I try to do.

nk said...

You should not concern yourself with relationships of such confusing magnitudes.

What is good is easy to get. (Epicurus)

Sixty-Four Dollar Question said...

Gentlemen, I'm afraid you advice is inappropriate for my situation.

Seamus, I have been advised that sharing your personal thoughts with your employer can be potentially destructive, therefore I hope and wish he hasn't come across these very words. So I suppose saying horrible things to him would also be detrimental to the status of my employment.

NK, I wish this relationship had been avoided all together, I wish I weren't such a flirt, I wish I knew how to say no. But it appears to be too late for wishes.

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