Excuse me, while I vent on this page.
But seriously,
I hate you.
yes you.
You know who you are, who you is, the one I write and wrote about.
You, who causes me to scribble like I'm in an insane asylum, markers on the walls, head spinning.
Yet I love it, and I love you.
No, I hate you .
You want your space? There's all the space outside of this world, but you choose to hold me in your own personal atmosphere within your thick skull. You could walk for miles, you could use all your sky miles, fly through time miles, to try and forget me.
You're so blind, like someone drew the blinds distort your view. Who's pulling the string? Who started this madness? Now you're nothing more then a marionette, as your puppet master has yet to be seen.
You love it when I tell you "I hate you". The way you can hear how much I care, behind those empty careless words.
You're the reason I toss and turn in my bed, waiting for sleep to drag me under, to have dreams filled with
You.
Us.
We.
I hate those dreams. I hate the false promises those dreams bring. Then I wake up, and pour my morning coffee that's bold just like your persona, and I dump it down the drain. Sadly you aren't a cup of coffee, and no matter how hard I try, I can't dump you.
I hate that you have me stuck on you, like gum sticks to asphalt in mid July. I hate how I love how complicated everything is, and when we fight how messy and sloppy our words are like a melting ice cream cone, you'll always get that sticky water fall. Even if you know it's coming, nothing can protect you from the mess, or that late night text.
You're a mess, did you know that? A perfect mess, just enough clutter to make you feel welcome. And I hate it, how cozy it is in here, in the back of your head.
I have my calendar to mark the last days when I used to float to the front of your brain, those were the days.
Everything was simple.
Now I hang back with the "Take the trash out at 7pm" reminder...
"Hello... I'm in here you know."
Incase you forgot to open up your ears and listen to me vent.
So excuse me again, while I try to break you out of this daze, and take you back to the days, when I was in the front of your head.
