tired of understanding, listening to your fucked up mind.. the words you lightly dismiss dig at my heart, you can't see what
you do, can only blame it on your bad luck. sit across the room to you, take it as you pound my heart, then, i leave, you
and your tears, inside swelling with unused flesh and passionate feeling, i with a grey senseless mass at the centre of my
being.
empty streets seem friendly as i leave you behind, so simple, wide and obvious. the way out of your heart so twisted and
hurt. if you could turn on the light, unlock your door for me and let me walk free, if you could... would you?
you heard lies of love from unopened mouths, rearranged the words you wanted to hear, held me close to you, mistook
how i cared, thinking one feeling heart could be shared. how wrong you were as you drove me away, your mind incapable
of grasping the bitter truth.
nothing, it was and is.
just you, not me.
you drain me of humaness, ignorantly erase feelings of guilt, leave me as a shell, unable and unwilling to love. assumed
thoughts, places and people, jealousy writhing behind your grey eyes.. i, just hesitating to make the choice to walk away,
rebuild a live heart, you make the choice easier every word you speak, every unwanted touch you offer, it becomes
clearer, the way from your heart can not be travelled, climb over the walls and run from you... destroy your dreams, hurt
you forever.. you are the one who has done this, taken away my heart, you made it possible, how can you call it bad luck...
why do you refuse to understand?
vertigo
