August 22, 2009 at 1:00 pm (personal)

lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
lying on the floor surrounded, surrounded
why’d you have to wait? where were you? where were you?
just a little late, you found me, you found me.

this could be our story, and i’d like to pretend i don’t care, but i do. i wish you’d care half as much as i do, because if you did, you’d be right here, and this was post wouldn’t be necessary.
i don’t really know what im hoping for, sitting here, typing this. it’s not going to bring you back, it’s not going to open your eyes and it sure as hell isn’t going to make me feel better.
you’ve made your choice, and i’d like to pretend i made mine, even though we both know that i really didn’t have a choice here, did i?

where are you?
no, really, where? not as in physically, but…you. you you. the you i knew, the you i loved, the you i would have done almost anything for.
(note the past tense)
where are you?

i tell everyone who asks that it doesn’t matter, that i don’t really care. who am i trying to fool? i never stopped caring, and that’s what really sucks, because somewhere along the way, you obviously did.
and i don’t know why.

so, i guess what i’m really trying to say, what this entire post is really about, is that…i miss you.
i really really really miss you. italics don’t lie.


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