June 2010
your silence makes me crazy.
It takes a lot to say that something is fate,
I kind of know where you’re headed.
Am I too up front, or am I just on time?
Well where is your head at?” —
Sometimes the edge serves, as more than a friend than you thought it would be. And the pages you write in your journal each night, are your only release. And the mask you put on it’s like words in a song, but there’s more to be seen. And the failures you see, don’t seem failures to me here at all. Oh, I’m begging you no, there’s more life left to go. Oh, I’m begging you please cause I don’t want you to leave.
Alone as you walk through a crowd and its awkward, like nobody sees. And you can’t help but wonder, would anyone come after you if you’d leave. So a pain grows inside and a fear comes alive, like you’ll never be free. But there’s no pain you feel that I know love can’t heal here at all.
Oh, I’m begging you no, there’s more life left to go. Oh, I’m begging you please cause I don’t want you to leave me. To leave me here on my own. There’s nothing to run from. Oh, there’s nothing but fear inside you. Oh, I just hope I can find you and tell you that I know you’ll smile again.
Lost. I have so many questions, and things that I left unsaid. One day you were here, and the next you were gone. Memories of you are fading with each day. I’m losing touch of the simple things; the way you smell, the way you used to look at me, or the way you felt against my skin when we slept. It’s slowly disappearing from my memory. I almost see it better that way. Devastation. Is all you left behind. I have gotten rid of everything of yours and anything that reminds me of you. But the one thing of yours I regret getting rid of, will always burn my memory. “All I can do is, keep breathing.” It has been almost two weeks and I feel like you were never even here. Until. You speak. I’m strong until you speak. Your innocent words of good intent burns through my skin, all the way to my heart. I can’t breathe. It is as if you know. That I am letting you go. When I think I’m pushing forward and learning how to take every step on my own, you knock me back down. Or sideways. Or backwards. You’re always here. No matter what I do. And I know myself better. I’ll give in, and forgive. The wall I just built, you crush it with ease. Who knew one person could have such control over another. Your manipulating words are transparent. I can’t believe I fell in again. I caught myself this time. “You’re pushing and pulling me down to you. But I don’t know what I want. You’re leaving me breathless, I hate this I hate this. You’re not he one I believe in. God as my witness.” Love. I feel it still. “I’ll wash away your sins and shortcomings, I’m on my knees.” You almost had me fooled. To reel me back in, with your sly words about life and change. When will your words turn into actions. When will you be the strong one, and change your ways. Not for me, but for you. You say you are lost, and I believe it. But you’re going to drown if you don’t go searching for yourself. “So tell me when you hear my heart stop, cause you’re the only one who knows. Know that when you leave, I fall.” I’m falling more and more everyday. But contrary to everything I just said; I want to be lost in you. I want to be pushed and pulled down to you. I want your pain. I want your love.
Today I start my first dance teaching job! I am super nervous but looking forward to the opportunity! Ah! :)