Some days I can deal with her, she’s happy and not clingy and well not a bitch. Those are the days I believe that we can go somewhere and have a future. Then there are days like today when she makes me want to tear my hair out and scream until I have no voice. I remember the start, that’s when everything was great, that’s when everything is great. After a while everything turned sour and we both turned and did some silly things whilst I was away with work. She’s beginning to be a hand full of thorns that roses repelled the stem and roses even on a cheap bouquet. Then again I am a walking catastrophe and she should’ve listened to the warning signs. Sometimes it seems like I’m making a deal with the devil who keeps whispering to me asking me if she’s really the one. I’m not sure if she is, I mean, she’s great and everything but sometimes I just feel like I’m some bad joke. Other times it’s like I’m walking a tight rope that’s saving our relationship but I can never seem to find you. I don’t think this is real; it’s just a love scene from a bad dream that I can’t forget about. The late nights I would stay up all night trying to make sense of the late night calls. Everything we talk about go in circles and a chase of a tale that’s a love-drawn distant memory. Maybe she’s not the one, maybe I should just forget about it.
