I've been working on some things & i'd like to share this with you..
He's the type that's hard to talk to,
Doesn't like conflict and neither do I.
I am conflicted.
Confused by everything thrown my way.
The silence kills me,
A blow to my self-esteem..
I'm wondering am I falling..
Unitentionally willing to sit this out.
That's not me,
Not what I'm about.
I don't know becomes common
I'm used to this now.
I speak and the walls come up.
Falling backwards & hopeless..
Made up my mind & it has to end,
I can't stay, there is no battle to win.
I'm used to this now
The unrequited cycle..
Option-land knows my name
Sorry he doesn't feel the same.
No reasons to hang on to this ledge,
No need to push anymore.
There is truth in your actions,
Your words are deciphered..
The lines are rehearsed..
I'm making this worse...
If you felt the same way I did,
You wouldn't go,
Or leave me this way...
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