id tell you to be gentle with me, but im not made of glass. id tell you that words will never hurt me, but i have a heart. i should list all of the things that you should know about me but there will come a time when none of those things will be true...so ill spare you. sometimes ill cry when i shouldnt and laugh when i normally wouldnt. i may shut you out when i should let you in and i may bear my soul to the world. id tell you that simple conversation is the way to my heart but thats not true for the moments i dont want to listen. mysterious isnt it. who knew one heart, mind, soul, one girl could be so complicated?! act like you have me figured out and i promise to surprise you. pretend that after all weve been through you still dont know me and ill leave you. trust me and i will earn it. break me and i will burn it. cry for me and ill leave. stand for me and ill weep. are there answers in this twisted mess? swiftly yet slowly answer with your uncertain yes. life is an amazing contradiction. tell me its not. or is it? push me and the wrath will boil until the pressure cant be contained, unless im in a forgiving mood. promise to yourself that i wont hurt you but its not true. thats an absolute. confusing like a riddle and still riddled with perfect sense. its a bitch.
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