you see those eyes,
they aren’t crying over you anymore.
you see those cheeks,
they aren’t stained with tears anymore.
you see those lips,
they aren’t repeating your name anymore.
those eyes have hope for a better day,
the cheeks are light pink once more,
and those lips are in a smile saying
“i’ll be okay with or without you”.
Expectation is the root of all heartache.
Sometimes you need to look at the problem from a different angle, you never know what possibilities there are.
Live like you’re dying.
She’s sitting at the bar,
thinking of the guy that has the ability to make her cry.
Make tears run down her pretty little face,
tears of both joy and sorrow.
He’s done it again…
Left her to stay up all night thinking about him.
Time difference - distance,
he sits in his studio…
he picks up his phone, looks for her name…
he can’t call her, she could be busy…
he sends her a text…
Miles away from her,
he sits at his desk,
intrigued in a conversation -
with someone else.
He knows she cares.
Perhaps they are on different pages of this book,
but how long will it take for him to realize,
she’s not in front of her laptop anymore?
A few blocks from a bar,
he kicks a rock towards the stoplight,
he knows not what to think or yet alone do.
He’s been trying to see her,
he can’t bring himself to express himself,
not through call, text or internet.
Her phone goes off-
New Text Message.
She opens it and laughs…
Typical of his behavior.
She checks her social network-
“Let’s have coffee”-
That’s nice of him.
She looks down at her instant message…
Her heart slowly breaks.
They are everything she wants in a guy –
just not the guy she thinks she wants.
I can’t ask for patience,
because I’ll receive more patience - topped with more problems.
I can’t ask why,
because I’ll only receive more questions.
It’s hard to make a decision,
especially when the decision doesn’t solely affect you.
It’s being that responsible, dependable person -
in so many lives that ruins the flexibility of your own.
I want that certainty that you’ve always been there for me,
and will continue to be so.
When I look back -
I want to see two sets of footsteps…
One mine, and one yours.
I know that if I look back to see single footsteps,
they aren’t mine…. but yours.
Just help me through this -
just as you have with everything else that life has thrown at me.
That’s all I ask.
It’s a funny feeling, having strangers walk into your space and take over. Realizing no one cares, no one considered what you had to say or do. It’s that same feeling that makes you realize that you are more than that. That lack of consideration, that lack of respect sends everything down the drain. As adults, we are claimed to treat everyone with the respect they deserve. You, deserve nothing. You are asking for this. I have no respect for someone who belittles me, someone who finds no need to keep me in consideration. Someone as selfish and ignorant as yourself. I can only respect those who respect me- to some extent. The respect you once deserved is now lost and there is no way of getting it back
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