Bianca Guay

It Isn't Okay :/

It's all good, but let me explain, it's been that way since the beginning.  

You assumed and I screamed at you out of hurt.  

A broken soul in reality, A smiling soul to show normality, A cowardly, fragile, destroyed, soul not understanding of the concept of mortality.  Phased by your "softness" into cold demeanor.  A battle I didn't want to get into.  You are...

"My Tragic Hero."  

And you broke your promise, you laid your hand upon the lamb and made it shed when it was wild.  I wouldn't have ever thought that you would.  But you did and I can't go back.  Major trust issues flow from you.  

You claim you hate me but I'm still within you;

Why is that?  

I try to look at the bigger picture like how you made me smile, but now you got me bitter.  Your wild way of thinking kicks into overdrive and yet I stayed, when I should have left.

Earlier.  

That moment I lied awake thinking of you waiting for you to respond and you never did.

Comments2

  • OUTBACK

    NOT A ONE CAN " SEE " - THAT (LOVE)* & (HATE)* ARE ONE & THE SAME ! ( HOW SO ) ? WHEN ONE DOSE NOT (GET)* WHAT ONE WANTS* - IN ONES EXPECTAIONS* OF { LOVE}* - THEN* (HATE)* - INEVITABLY PREVAILS ! ALL WILL DENIE* SUCH * - SO AS TO CONTINUE* ON - WITHIN THE ILLUSIONS* OF ONES EXPERIENTIAL* REALITY !

  • Discreat

    I may not take it for me, but for the little girl in me.



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