This is me, again.. Talking to someone I'm afraid won't ever listen.
Talking to myself.
I guess I have nowhere else to look, no one else who cares for me as much as you do, because I know you do, I know you care, I just don't want you to...
It feels nice when you are worried, I can't lie, it feels good to have someone who actually does give a fuck whether if I'm ok or cares about what I do or don't do. Someone to ... Watch over me, shall I say?
But.. Did it have to be you?
Why you?
You are now a part of my life and somehow I want to be part of your's too, but I can't because there's already someone else occupying the space I wanted for my own tha one I was aiming for...
Now I don't know what to do.
I mean, I do want to keep you close, but I just ran out of ideas on how to do it..
And you are NOT helping at all.
You know what?, it IS your fault, you could've been just like anyone else, but you had to be special.
Can't even remember how this happened.
Because I knew from the start you were the one, and you knew it as wel, now... Why didn't you stop it?
And, now, as much as this migt hurt I think I shall be the one to stop this, tho' I don't really know how.
Perhaps I'll just get awya for a while, even though it might be a double edged knife..
I know I will miss you, I already do, I'm not even sure what am I expecting from this (ok, perhaps I am, but that won't make it happen)
Th thing that's on my mind is... Will you miss me? and, if you do.. What then?
Well.. So, enough masochism for the both of us.
Goodbye, for now... You know where and how to find me.
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