Monday, April 25, 2011

I

I am never this stoic
I used to cry a river; at the slightest sadness
I used to get so emotional at almost everything
I used to not know what I want
But now I do

I never thought ill of you
And now, I have
I never screamed and shouted at myself for this
And now, I have

You used to be my best friend
I couldn't see you that way, anymore
I gave up on you
On everything we have built from scratch
Now, I just have to find someone else to build it with

I saw myself with you forever,
Now I don't

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