I was with my loved one.
He was my 'one and only' at the time.
You were with a man.
Both of us were the loves of the lovers.
He went away from you.
We became close.
Each day was a day spent discovering each other.
You were like no other; I knew there was something special about you.
The air around you was different than the others.
Then the day came, when my lover went away.
Broken, I shut myself away.
But there you stood, right with me. A hand held out, not physical, but still I could see it.
Him and I had our ins and outs.
Falling in's and falling out's.
Eventually it all turned nasty.
Still you were there, a bit broken, a bit mangled, a bit beaten, but you nonetheless.
"Maybe you should just date her instead."
A wonderful quote. At the time I thought nothing of it, shook me a bit.
But I was blinded by the light he once had.
Now the light is dulled and fading.
His words impact me now, how foolish. I didn't even realize what we were forming was something greater. Something stronger.
Than I have ever had with anyone.
I was scared to come close to most.
Afraid to tango with another.
You, though, I felt I could put myself out there.
In that dangerous game.
However, I was petrified of what you could do to me.
I had my heart broken and shattered before.
It wasn't a feeling I wanted to reunited with anytime soon.
So, I swallowed my feelings like wine.
Grew intoxicated by your presence.
Then you were ripped away from me - it felt.
Infatuation with someone else. I felt like an addict diagnosed with withdrawal.
Anger, Jealousy, Rage.
I started pushing you back. I didn't want to venture back into my cage.
But then I understood.
I don't love anyone else.
I can try - to no avail.
Its worthless. I love you, I love you, I love you. I'm just so afraid to say it.
I've never had a good relation with anyone. Even with him.
I never had confidence.
I never had the will to do anything.
Now I see you, agonizing. In pain. Its killing me. By the minute, by the hour.
Just take my hand. Don't you see it?
As cheesy as it sounds, I'm here for you, not physically, but emotionally.
I'll make time for you whenever.
I won't be confused by that silly boy anymore.
I know what I want. Its not Connor, Jake, Brandon, Beth, or even Ryan.
She's a girl. Her name is Lisa Cole. She's a little bit younger than me. She's half black. She's the prettiest little thing I've ever seen, no matter what she says differently. She has so much potential in herself, that she can't even see. She's funny, but quick to anger. And her anger is like ice. She's gone through a lot, much more than anyone I've ever known. Damaged goods isn't how I look at her though, she's someone special who's been there for me, who's kept me sane, and who deals with me when I'm being bitchy. She's my best friend. The bestest friend I could ever ask for. And I really love her.
Now I'm just waiting for her to take my hand.
And realize that its gonna be okay.
Life will throw its rocks at you, but you gotta stand back up, and make your place in this world.
He was my 'one and only' at the time.
You were with a man.
Both of us were the loves of the lovers.
He went away from you.
We became close.
Each day was a day spent discovering each other.
You were like no other; I knew there was something special about you.
The air around you was different than the others.
Then the day came, when my lover went away.
Broken, I shut myself away.
But there you stood, right with me. A hand held out, not physical, but still I could see it.
Him and I had our ins and outs.
Falling in's and falling out's.
Eventually it all turned nasty.
Still you were there, a bit broken, a bit mangled, a bit beaten, but you nonetheless.
"Maybe you should just date her instead."
A wonderful quote. At the time I thought nothing of it, shook me a bit.
But I was blinded by the light he once had.
Now the light is dulled and fading.
His words impact me now, how foolish. I didn't even realize what we were forming was something greater. Something stronger.
Than I have ever had with anyone.
I was scared to come close to most.
Afraid to tango with another.
You, though, I felt I could put myself out there.
In that dangerous game.
However, I was petrified of what you could do to me.
I had my heart broken and shattered before.
It wasn't a feeling I wanted to reunited with anytime soon.
So, I swallowed my feelings like wine.
Grew intoxicated by your presence.
Then you were ripped away from me - it felt.
Infatuation with someone else. I felt like an addict diagnosed with withdrawal.
Anger, Jealousy, Rage.
I started pushing you back. I didn't want to venture back into my cage.
But then I understood.
I don't love anyone else.
I can try - to no avail.
Its worthless. I love you, I love you, I love you. I'm just so afraid to say it.
I've never had a good relation with anyone. Even with him.
I never had confidence.
I never had the will to do anything.
Now I see you, agonizing. In pain. Its killing me. By the minute, by the hour.
Just take my hand. Don't you see it?
As cheesy as it sounds, I'm here for you, not physically, but emotionally.
I'll make time for you whenever.
I won't be confused by that silly boy anymore.
I know what I want. Its not Connor, Jake, Brandon, Beth, or even Ryan.
She's a girl. Her name is Lisa Cole. She's a little bit younger than me. She's half black. She's the prettiest little thing I've ever seen, no matter what she says differently. She has so much potential in herself, that she can't even see. She's funny, but quick to anger. And her anger is like ice. She's gone through a lot, much more than anyone I've ever known. Damaged goods isn't how I look at her though, she's someone special who's been there for me, who's kept me sane, and who deals with me when I'm being bitchy. She's my best friend. The bestest friend I could ever ask for. And I really love her.
Now I'm just waiting for her to take my hand.
And realize that its gonna be okay.
Life will throw its rocks at you, but you gotta stand back up, and make your place in this world.
