the way that i get when it seems you don't understand.
you just nod your head and agree as my words and my poetry dance around your head.
never quite connecting with that mind that you claim have inside.
I've devoted myself to you.
i listen and do as you please, I'm always here for you, but you don't give me the same attention.
you just say we remember things differently, but i know better.
don't you understand that I'm not a fucking moron.
that I'm smarter than i look.
i know what's going on.
and yet somehow i always end up apologizing for the way you make ME feel.
how does that work?
one day i may not be there for you.
I'm gone, i walked out the door.
I've given up on everything I've felt for you.
it was so much easier to be alone.
I'm so angry that you took so much of my life away from me.
you've cut me deeper than ever before.
I've rendered my soul into this black and white society and all i wanted in return was some form of love.
too much to ask of you i now know.
i wish i wasn't so slow on figuring that out.
i would have moved on by now and it is so hard to let go of the one thing you thought would last forever.
the cut bleeds more and more.
soon there won't be a me and you. soon there won't be a me.
just you, alone, and me in the darkness and fire of Hell.
but now I'm just pissed off, asleep and dreaming...