messy.

a lesson on insecurity.

coming to terms with being the lonely one. maybe it is meant for me. i walked in but did you welcome me? i don't remember. i used to remember so much but it all got lost. blue eyes. brown eyes. it all runs together. i had hoped i would arrive and find you with open arms. instead i found uncertainty. i write all of this to remind me. before the fact. before you left. before you wanted me gone. so that i can look back and think:
"its too late."
i wish that it were raining so that i could pretend i'm sailing away. a ship built for two but only one seat. does anything i say make sense to you anymore?
i always understood your pain. saw behind those midnight eyes. scars and stories. if you chose to erase it all, i'll still remember your eyes.
a messy childhood. i am whats left. i am what this world created. angst and "never good enough for you"

i am tired of chasing stars, waiting to make wishes that may never come true. reach for my hand and lead me out of here before i'm too weak to walk and you're too sick of me to carry me.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

This writer sounds blue, lonely, sad-----
But then, who isn`t ?

I love this writing. The writer sound so real,
not the usual fake face, just a real, sweet and
somewhat lonely person. Heart warming.

Very well written, talented with an excellent
command of the language.

----- Eagle Cruagh