My love is like a marketing promotion, many can apply but only select few will ever get a chance at it. The math is not looking very optimistic for anyone who would decide to give it a numerical value. My love can not be demanded or forced, instead it is earned over time through actions. There are no directions so you can trick me into falling for you. You can only be yourself and hope for it in time if that's what you desire. Though it might be easier for you to forget about it and move on. There are more realistic goals for some...
Just like a marketing promotion, it is available for a limited time only. Once you fail to claim it, you will not have another opportunity at it. My heart gives up on people too, even if it's much longer then it should. It will remain stained from the image that once was a reality, the explosion of butterflies... the fuzzy warm feeling and the hardness of my breath.
I saw the eternal sadness that will haunt her for the rest of her life in her eyes. (Maybe it's her eyes that haunt me.) She realized the final mistake she has made and the destructive value of it which she could not comprehend before. No amount of tears could ever bring me back to her and resurrect the love that once existed in my heart for her. She has put the final nail on that coffin a long time ago. We both know it. She knows no one will ever love her the way I did... she can only try to make her peace with it and move on.
...I know you still keep an eye on me.
 niatsu · Thu Aug 20, 2009 @ 07:29am · 0 Comments |
