Sometimes,
I wonder why I try so hard
to understand why you do
the things you do.
Like, when
I think our time will end in
smiles, on a good note, and
you end up turning your back
on me, like I mean nothing to
you.
Why do I bother trying
to prove myself to you?
Why do I bother putting myself
through the same thing, day
in, day out?
I no longer think it's
fair to me.
You don't deserve the
time I've put into us.
You
don't deserve my time at all.
I need to begin doing what's
right to me, for me.
And yet,
I still can't let you go.
I know that when tomorrow
comes, I'm going to pick up
the phone, and hope to prove
myself to you,
as I always do.
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PuisiMy mind is like a poisoned apple. From a simple glance, everything seems fine. But once you taste it, it becomes a whole different story. . . . Highest Ranking: [#66 in Poetry]
