Over and Done

Read between the lines.

Im jealous, im mad.

Im afflicted im sad.

Im annoyed, and I snubbed.

We talked. And we hurt each other once more. And upon checking page by page, I got this notion that I can’t own someone completely, no matter how I want, there will always be something left for me not to be close. There will always something for us to be different, for us not to understand, for us to enjoy other’s companionship. And with this, the fight dies down. I can’t be someone that I don’t like for us to speak again. I won’t do it.

I can’t be with someone who doesn’t give attention.

I can’t be with someone who’s asking for me to be different.

I can’t be with someone who make promises and forget about it.

I can’t be with someone who never tries.

I can’t be with someone who builds false hope.

I can’t be with someone who can’t take risk.

I can’t be with you.

Begrudge that you are normal, miserable cause I’m still not. Suffering cause you have diversion, outraged to curse you now.