looking through his glasses.

part 37/ its shitty how this goes

kind of shitty how this goes,
isn't it?
i had a dream about happiness
and you were there.
when i woke up you were gone.
vanished like the smoke from a cigarette.
escaped me like the air from my lungs when you look at me with those pretty, light green eyes.
it's shitty how i remember that night with you when you told me you loved me.
when you held my hand in a soft gentle loving way.
how you held my hair back while i was throwing up in your bathroom.
got up every hour to check up on me.
it's shitty how perfectly your lips locked with me.
a match made in heaven,
i'd walk through hell to be with you and keep you around.
it's shitty how i feel.
i say no strings attached,
but you walk my way and i can't tell if i want to fuck your brains out or live the rest of my life with you.
for the sake of moving forward i'll close my eyes and act like you don't have such a hold on me.
act like you don't hold my heart in your hands.
it's shitty how this goes.
you know you're the one i want
but don't want to be the one for me.
it's shitty how this goes, isn't it?