When You Showed Me The Pictures We Took Together
You showed me the smile that I terribly miss, the smile of a girl glowing with joy, the smile of a girl who doesn’t know how to cry, the smile that went away when you did.
You showed me the smile that I terribly miss, the smile of a girl glowing with joy, the smile of a girl who doesn’t know how to cry, the smile that went away when you did.
Being yourself is vague and sometimes misleading because we have the power to nurture ourselves or destroy ourselves and we have the power to be either great or terrible.
“Playing hard to get. It’s the worst, unless you’re dating a boy in high school, a mature man will not be fond of games or a girl who likes to play them.”
What is it about you and me? Why are you always a barrier in my relationships? And why are you always wrong? Why can’t you be on my side?
I need to know that even if someone better came along, you’d still pick me.
We keep trying to find homes in people, in jobs, in beautiful cities, yet they leave us empty, because home is so much more than that and we’re not supposed to find home easily.
When loneliness becomes your friend, you don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse. You know that it’s better than hating it because it seems like a constant in your life, it seems like it’s here to stay but you also wonder if this comfort is stopping you from seeing what’s out of there, from being part of the world and from living.
But every time you don’t call, I ask myself why? What’s stopping you? What is it about calling that makes you so afraid? Why don’t you want to hear my voice?
Tonight, I’ll see everything you failed to see, I’ll be all the people you couldn’t be, I’ll do all the things you couldn’t do. Tonight, I’ll be the one for me.
I still don’t understand how anyone can be into these games, how anyone can be into something so transient, something so unreal and something so temporary. How?