I fell for you because you assured me that you'd be there to catch me.
And then you let go 'cause you didn't think keeping me was worth your time.
I kept falling until I got hurt.
You looked back, but you didn't bother to help me get back up.
You scoffed and returned to your life, that I used to be a part of.
So I pulled myself back up. Walking tall.
Yet scars still remain. Even pretty bandaids don't heal it all.
Can't fall anymore. There ain't anymore trust.
Thanks for throwing it away and then trampling all over it.
Oh grow up.
–noun [i-pif-uh-nee] a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
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Thursday, April 13, 2006
crosscuts
I'm sitting here in my old skating dress thinking about what I used to be like and what I am now. It's really not much, just a velvet burgundy dress I used to glide and spin around in. I remember the free feeling of being able to roam around, no strings attached. That was then.
I feel confined now. I don't know what it is of me. School that ties me down to stay at home. The lack of motivation to share the spunk I used to have within me. I don't know how to express my emotions the way I want it to. I feel as if I'm stuck.
Okay so someone needs a vacation, maintenant.
I feel confined now. I don't know what it is of me. School that ties me down to stay at home. The lack of motivation to share the spunk I used to have within me. I don't know how to express my emotions the way I want it to. I feel as if I'm stuck.
Okay so someone needs a vacation, maintenant.
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