One night, I know I could love no other. I think you're sincere. The next night, it seems You cannot possibly be the same. Not the same one who knew, That I was crying, from so far away. The same person who Just seemed to know. You suddenly become the one who doesn't know a thing About how badly you have hurt me. This shift has made me indifferent. I'm apathetic and I don't or cant't disband the swelling tears Feeling confused and slightly abused And torn by what you say.
Edit 10/26/2011: I remember it clearly. I had had a rough day. I had taken a shower that was way too hot and I was laying naked on the floor, wrapped in a towel. As i replayed the incidents of the day, A series of failures and probably some arguments with my mother, and absolutely no contact from Tony, I began to tear up. I felt useless, hated, and just very bad.
Until
Tony, without prior contact sent me a text that said "I love you".
And I remember looking at it for several minutes, smiling. Wondering "How did you know I needed this?" And asking him if he was psychic. And he laughed.
kazuka78 · Wed Feb 24, 2010 @ 03:06am · 0 Comments |