a jumble of words that came together...
here is my jumble of words that came together one night while lying in bed trying to sleep...means something? means nothing? hence a jumble of words...
the more i get into the life you lead, the more i begin to realize how we're just not ment to be. I see what you do and with whom you're with and then i get it - we just wouldn't fit. I've come to realize that for you it was all a game, while i put my heart out there on the line. I get it now i see. I've come to means on how you were perfect in every way, yet that's why you weren't perfect. Your perfection was your fault.
You're such a typical guy, blind to the heart you broke. I thought more of you - I thought you were true, but give it a few and it all comes unglued. You're so typical and i think that's what gets to me the most - the way you're so calm and forget everything you claimed ment the most. You said you cared and that you liked me a lot, but then again people can be cruel and lie a lot. You were the very first , and that's why this hurts and why i can't seem to let it all go. Becasue you were the first and because you ment so much, I will always hold you dear -you'll always have a piece of my heart. I will always care, always wish you well. I will always carry this pain that you have forgotten to heal. But no matter how bad the hurt, or how many tears, I will always have this picture of you and i together, in my heart, forever. Oh I'm such a sap, yes I know it's true, but hey, what can you do when you wear your heart on your sleeve where everyone is free to hurt it as they please?
the more i get into the life you lead, the more i begin to realize how we're just not ment to be. I see what you do and with whom you're with and then i get it - we just wouldn't fit. I've come to realize that for you it was all a game, while i put my heart out there on the line. I get it now i see. I've come to means on how you were perfect in every way, yet that's why you weren't perfect. Your perfection was your fault.
You're such a typical guy, blind to the heart you broke. I thought more of you - I thought you were true, but give it a few and it all comes unglued. You're so typical and i think that's what gets to me the most - the way you're so calm and forget everything you claimed ment the most. You said you cared and that you liked me a lot, but then again people can be cruel and lie a lot. You were the very first , and that's why this hurts and why i can't seem to let it all go. Becasue you were the first and because you ment so much, I will always hold you dear -you'll always have a piece of my heart. I will always care, always wish you well. I will always carry this pain that you have forgotten to heal. But no matter how bad the hurt, or how many tears, I will always have this picture of you and i together, in my heart, forever. Oh I'm such a sap, yes I know it's true, but hey, what can you do when you wear your heart on your sleeve where everyone is free to hurt it as they please?
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ok..well i didn't stay up all night...this happend during the time when you are in bed trying to fall asleep...yes i have a pad of paper and a pen by my bed, just incase anything comes to mind so i can write it out. emm..i really wasn't talking about anyone in particular really - i know you won't believe it but thats how it is..i mean i was just thinking and such and this jumble of words was born.
really i look happy all the time? interesting. i don't think i'm hidding anything really..its more that i'd rather show people the happy me instead of the sad. and when i'm around friends i just tend to be happy,thats all.
i guess in the end i just find it much easier to write about sad things rather than happy - i don't know why, its just that sad things come easier i guess. its easier to capture pain and saddness on paper than happiness - for me anyways.
now i have a feeling that the questions you think i'm avoiding are the ones about who this is about and if you know them or not, am i right?
what would you like me to say? would you like me to go on and on about some guy at my school whom i really liked but turned out to be an asshole and only wanted one thing out of me? would you like me to talk about this guy that everyone knows but was too much of a jerk to even tell me what went wrong? or would you like me to tell you that no matter how much i try i can't seem to get this one guy out of my head, let alone my heart, eventhough he hurt me, and the reason for this is because everwhere i go i see his stupid smilie while i know there is pain under it? or what about if i told you that this was nothing about what i mentioned before, that this was just a bunch of words..words that i put together after i read a book or a magazine article or watched something on tv? or what if i said that this is a load of shit that just turned out sounding real good so i posted it?
and now, if i did tell you any of this would you accept any?
one question to you..what one thing would this lead you to assume?
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