2010-08-09

Tell Me a Story

Tried to pick up the pen again tonight
but my hand shook so much it fell. Again.
Just another failed attempt
at trying to put everything back together,
maybe dreams were meant to be crushed -
and this just proved my point.
It's been a while,
and you thought time to yourself
would be the best choice - you thought...
of course an hour wasn't enough,
here, take the other 23
and don't looking for a shoulder
when you can't dry your own tears,
because you were all about YOU
and now I'm all about ME.
You were always afraid of the spotlight,
too nervous to play our games -
but you gave up everything
just for a chance at appreciation.
Want value? Here's a price tag,
I hope someone thinks you're perfect
because looking at you now,
I realized you weren't worth it.
So much for self-respect, huh?
Apologies don't mean much
when you've heard it time and time again,
and I've tried to make things work
even after everyone warned me.
Maybe it was my fault,
I wish I would have listened,
you were counting down the seconds -
I don't know how I missed it.
You were explosive.
What does it look like -
burnt fingers, empty bottles, clothing everywhere
can you really see the picture you painted?
the mental imbalance doesn't fit
right with me. But I witness
from the outside, knowing I didn't belong
but you begged me, you said
that I had it all wrong.
Baby, you make me sick.
As if you'd get a chance to ruin me again.
Yesterday was what it was and I'm past it -
I picked up my pen one last time
to prove I wasn't nervous.
But the words didn't register as I has expected,
the same I had always seen,
always felt, always loved...
they had changed, not to spite me
but because I was determined to stay the same.