Shoe Laces

November 11, 2013

I love you like crazy, and miss you times a million.

But is it worth me destroying myself with sadness?

Not hardly.

Is it worth me thinking about my past when I’m neglecting

my whole future?

Not a chance.

So, I’m done caring. I’m done trying to make things better,

and I’m done worrying. You don’t so why should I?

Love is a thorough concept not to be taken lightly.

When it is taken lightly, people get hurt.

Like shoes needing to be tied.

I don’t need you to tie them.

I can do all on my own.

So while you move on and be your outgoing self, I’m going

to practice tying my shoes.

Obviously you’re not going to help me.

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