He takes my hand, and holds it. "Am I very different? Than you expected?" he asks apprehensively.
"Yes... you're more..." selfish, I think, but I say, "... younger."
i used to wonder about the underlying meaning of her response to his question. i don't think i ever got it completely/wholly, but now i do.
i have, for some time now.
i paced the confines of my room, imaginarily, all the while debating (in my head, and on my bed) what she could've meant.
i don't believe i have to spell it out for anyone this time. because it is what it is.
the song playing on the radio now is,
"Yes... you're more..." selfish, I think, but I say, "... younger."
i used to wonder about the underlying meaning of her response to his question. i don't think i ever got it completely/wholly, but now i do.
i have, for some time now.
i paced the confines of my room, imaginarily, all the while debating (in my head, and on my bed) what she could've meant.
i don't believe i have to spell it out for anyone this time. because it is what it is.
the song playing on the radio now is,
"Goodbye to you, goodbye to everything I thought I knew, You were the one I loved, the one thing that I tried to hold onto."
"And It hurts to want everything & nothing at the same time, I want what's yours and I want what's mine, I want you but I'm not giving in this time."
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