Ignore this post, we're just beating ourselves up.
(Note: the normal font represents me; the italic font represents Bullet.)
I just wanted
To help you.
I thought that
I made a difference.
Because I’m your best friend.
And I’m your husband.
And we can have some fun times.
We used to have fun times.
But why can’t I help you when you’re sad?
Why didn’t I spend enough time with you?
I feel
So useless.
When I come to see you,
You don’t feel like smiling
And when I try to lighten things up,
It doesn’t work.
And the longer I stay,
The worse it gets.
For me and for you.
Especially for you.
Why does this
Always happen?
Why can’t I ever
Do anything right?
Why can’t I ever
Get through to you?
Is there something wrong
With the way I love?
I am not a saviour.
I am merely a pill.
You take me
And then
The pain
Comes back.
You like talking to yourself
But you will not talk to me.
You can amuse yourself
But no matter what I do or say
It will not have
Any effect
On your thoughts
Or your feelings.
I know that you love me
And I love you possibly even more
But sometimes it’s as if
You’re better off without.
I don’t want to be mad
And I certainly don’t want to be sad.
It’s not your fault.
It’s all my fault.
Why is it that
Every time we touch
I always
Ruin everything?
I won’t ever leave you.
But please don’t leave me.
tl;dr: baaaaaawwwwwww we suck
Sunday, November 21, 2010
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