Thursday, March 30, 2006
When you told me you loved me,
did you know that it would take me the rest of my life to get over the feeling of knowing a dream didn't turn out right?
When you let me believe,
that you were not complete without me by your side, how could I know that you would go, that you would run?
Baby I thought you were the one.
I had a premonition awhile ago that this would happen, that he would eventually, declare his love faded to the point of perhaps, translucency. A few hours ago, it finally came crashing down.
I wonder why I am not less upset. After all, was I not planning an attempt to vanquish from his life just the night before? Precautions were taken; many days were spent on the 'Trial of the Unloving of Him'. Ah well. I suppose I can safely conclude it a failure.
Everytime we end this relationship, I never fail to marvel at the state of intensity and depths my emotions will be sunk in. The routine never differs very much from below:
Break up mentioned - Agreement in a 'Who Needs You' kinda way - Life goes on as per normal - First hint of regret seeps in - Love song plays - Cigarette lighted - Free flow of hot, salty tears.
And the same old "I never thought I would/Do I really feel so deeply for him?" structured essay question begins a marathon in the mind.
Bah!
It's make or break now baby. And it's all up to you.
I love you.
did you know that it would take me the rest of my life to get over the feeling of knowing a dream didn't turn out right?
When you let me believe,
that you were not complete without me by your side, how could I know that you would go, that you would run?
Baby I thought you were the one.
I had a premonition awhile ago that this would happen, that he would eventually, declare his love faded to the point of perhaps, translucency. A few hours ago, it finally came crashing down.
I wonder why I am not less upset. After all, was I not planning an attempt to vanquish from his life just the night before? Precautions were taken; many days were spent on the 'Trial of the Unloving of Him'. Ah well. I suppose I can safely conclude it a failure.
Everytime we end this relationship, I never fail to marvel at the state of intensity and depths my emotions will be sunk in. The routine never differs very much from below:
Break up mentioned - Agreement in a 'Who Needs You' kinda way - Life goes on as per normal - First hint of regret seeps in - Love song plays - Cigarette lighted - Free flow of hot, salty tears.
And the same old "I never thought I would/Do I really feel so deeply for him?" structured essay question begins a marathon in the mind.
Bah!
It's make or break now baby. And it's all up to you.
I love you.
joviee's musings at 12:15:00 AM
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