Ok Im a Little Bitter
You had my heart. Yeah girl you owned. I would've sent it to you UPS but instead I just
phoned it through text messages and phone calls, talking about really nothing at all
except that I liked you and how you meant the world and how we should make this a
threesome: you, me, and baby girl.
You had my heart locked away in storage. Never knew why you didn't go for it. It was a
love worth having so why not explore it? Something was obviously wrong 'cause you chose
to ignore it; chose to wait for someone else in hopes he would see but he was just doing
to you what you were doing to me.
You kept me on the fence. You knew just how to play me. The same words you used for
comfort were the same words used to slay me.
Damn, I was fiendish. I had to have you like the last slice. I wanted you so bad I swear
it was built up from a past life. Thought you were sweet as sugar but you burned me like
spice. I hyped you up but the goods didn't match the price.
I never should have opened up to an empty shell. I thought you could be a friend and hold
me up but on my face I fell. We were never friends, just two people getting screwed by
the ones we wanted the most: you for him and me for you. Hindsight is 20/20 and now I see
it good and plenty that I was convenient for you, just a crutch when you got hurt. A mop
to clean the floor of all the tears that you would squirt. If you were a friend you
wouldn't have gotten so distant and so cold. You wouldn't have put our “friendship” on
hold. But it's all good. It's all in the past. There's no sense in dwelling on
something that wasn't gonna last. We're two different people on two different planes
going in separate directions with no plans to change. You can go on pretending that life
is just grand but if you stick with that then alone is where you'll stand.
But picture this: a perfect life without the drama, worry, or strife. Making a family of
your own. Becoming somebody's wife. Could you imagine yourself in a house with a white
picket fence. Trade that rusty Cavalier for a Mercedes Benz. Pay off all your bills and
still have money to blow. Take a trip to anywhere. Just pick up and go. Or do you see
yourself in a trailer park in a camper no bigger than a cell with three kids by three
dads? Hmm... don't that ring a bell? Your life is cyclical. It's a carousel you ride.
Same stuff everyday is the motto of your life.
Copyright © Paul Smythe | Year Posted 2011
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