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i bit my lip and it began to bleed. i told myself i wasnt going to think of you as much. i retraced my steps and it lead to the place where you watched me slept. i turned to my left to find a carving. i turned to my right to find the empty space of which you once layed in. i hate loving you. i looked outside my window and remembered the first time when you were outside my house.you thought i was sleeping as i watched you stare at me, it was cold that night and i can see your breath outside the windowstill. i hate loving you. i lived through our visits to the airport where you hid under your ralph lauren jacket because you were mad at the world. i hoped that you understood that when no ones there, your not alone because i was next to you, i was always there. i hate loving you. i layed down in the same grass in the park where i ignored your feelings and found your flannel as my blanket. i turned to my right to not see your familar face watching down on me. i hate loving you. i sat in the seat in the far left corner, the second seat to the right of the theater, alone. i turned to my left to not find you by my side. i went to the hills to see the citylights...the same city lights that once belonged to us. i turned to my right to not find your lips against mine.i hate trying not to love you. which ever way i turned, i was disappointed everytime to see that you weren't there when i needed you the most. i tried to move on and i thought i was over you. all this time as i layed down in my bed,motionless,i disappointed myself to find that all this time when i was laying down doing nothing, you were out in the world trying to convince me that i was worth the fight...you never gave up...until now.
as i watched you careless,it was a threat to me. as i watched you leaving, it scared me. as i realzied that you were trying to move on, it convinced me that you didnt want anything to do with me anymore. that last chance...the last night we spent together and i knew i could lose you completely, and thats when i realized that i love you. i held your hand a little bit longer that night because i felt you letting go. i hugged you tighter than i usually do because i felt you pushing me away. im sorry i even tried. i was a fool to have hope in us. im tired of running away...im tired of hiding it.
"Just letting you know..."
i wanna stop these feelings i have i want to quit the life i live starting over now is the best thing to do, to get you of my mind i don't know what to think anymore i don't know what i should do knowing the truth is hard let go facing the truth not knowing what u wanna think but hurts inside finding the truth that u want to believe thats not true is the third level cuz u wanna kill someone but you'll feel breathless i'm trying to reach out to someone i care about that i wanna quit caring so much about you its hard to say face to face when your scared of the results but want an answer when you get the results which i think i already know that you don't want me as bad as i want you i don't think its hard to believe cuz you kno my feelings..only thing is that you don't know me i look for the girl i'm really comfortable with n' i found that in you i can tell by that when i was holding you hand all my worries were gone with you but it was juss a one nite stand....
-adrian caps
...and i wonder if things will ever be the same. goodbye adrian carino capangpangan | | | |
| bang bang. lets play dead.  | | |
| the path is stright, but i choose to walk crooked. the words are clear, but it doesnt get through my head. i trip and fall and choose not to get up. you are my strength and my weakness, so why cant you help me? as i layed there motionless, i wondered how things would of been if i said yes... | | |
| NEW LAYOUT!! teenagers are never lovers....michael lapitan and i proved this wrong. | | |
| if i were to choose between loosing my arm or my legs, i would choose to loose my leg, so i can ignore the temptation of running back to you. if i were to choose between cutting my hair or cutting my wrist, i would cut my hair. cutting my wrist wont do me any good but leave scars for the world to see, and cutting my hair would catch your attention just so you can take one last look at me. i know how much you hate my hair short. if i were to choose between being blind or being deft, i would choose to be blind, so i cant see your reaction when you see the change in me. you were the one who encourage me to be myself. if i were to choose between being strangled by your hands, or being suffocated by your breath, i would die being strangled by your hands just so the thought of you holding me before i die comforts me. you should never regret your decisions...i thought i already made my decision, i guess im having second thoughts. | | |
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