His touch has started feeling course and immature as I probe deeper.
My heart is already far off.
My heart is already far off.
I call her back, willing her to give this another shot, but she is decided and cold.
He is not mine. I am not his.
And I feel anger.
Rooted
Unjust
Unfair
I feel deceived by it all. I did not know him, I still cannot. It makes me angry that I fell for such Tom foolery. He continues to believe against all signs that this is a good idea. Hopeful to a fault. He sees more than is there or could be. And it angers me that he lets himself be swayed by hope as this. Such a trifle thing that makes sailors swoon and ladies wait for decades along river bends. He is not good for me. This cannot be the way it is supposed to feel.We have wrung out red rags till the color seeped out and they became a dull pink. We are not what we were nor can we attain that vibrant juvenile force that breathed so much life into us.
We are trudging forward holding hands.
He sees worth in this.
I feel empty– Ravaged of feeling, Convinced settling for this is better than settling for loneliness.
Anger sitting close against my heart now.
This is his doing.
He is not mine. I am not his.
And I feel anger.
Rooted
Unjust
Unfair
I feel deceived by it all. I did not know him, I still cannot. It makes me angry that I fell for such Tom foolery. He continues to believe against all signs that this is a good idea. Hopeful to a fault. He sees more than is there or could be. And it angers me that he lets himself be swayed by hope as this. Such a trifle thing that makes sailors swoon and ladies wait for decades along river bends. He is not good for me. This cannot be the way it is supposed to feel.We have wrung out red rags till the color seeped out and they became a dull pink. We are not what we were nor can we attain that vibrant juvenile force that breathed so much life into us.
We are trudging forward holding hands.
He sees worth in this.
I feel empty– Ravaged of feeling, Convinced settling for this is better than settling for loneliness.
Anger sitting close against my heart now.
This is his doing.
His fire cannot fill my cavern now.
It's too late.
I'm bone dry.
I'm bone dry.
