pathetic
you know
i've writen so much about 'him'
and i'm not a good person for him anymore
his intentions are good, pure.
mine are...
less than that.
i cut him out of my life
not too long ago.
i wrote about this one boy before...
and i can't say that my inentions are entirely good
but again, i don't think his are either.
he's like me, in a way
i can tell
he just gets high to feel a little less
and in his eyes, his goddamn eyes,
i can see the pain and the tarnished innocence
behind them.
yet i can't approach him. i don't want to
startle him
i don't love him,
but one day i think i would be able to.
he's so difficult to read, yet easy to figure out.
i'm the opposite,
easy to read, difficult to figure out.