The End

Jul 14, 2008 - 13:17 PM PST

I thought I had it all,
Until I came to see,
That we are falling apart;
It’s just You…. and then me.

I was so naive,
Misinformed is a better word,
I thought I knew it all,
But then I was referred;

To the world behind the one I saw,
Blatantly living outside one’s view,
The world of not knowing if you’re talked about
Or if someone’s mad at you.

You sounded so eager to tell me things,
But I realized that this was just a sign,
Neither of us knew what to expect,
Then I found out about the world behind mine.

The world where you told other people things,
Talked about me without me knowing,
Didn’t bother to tell me the bad stuff,
It made it fall downhill by showing;

That you kept your view to one side;
Suddenly as biased as it’ll ever be,
Every time we fought,
It was all about what’s wrong with me.

What’s wrong with me;
That seems to be a topic of discretion
I don’t like to talk much,
And when I do it results in tension.
It always involves something I do,
Or something I say,
But whenever have we thought about,
Turning it the opposite way?

I know I make mistakes,
Everyone does at some point or another,
But the fact that we thrive on it,
Is limiting the number.

Forced feelings don’t help anything,
Not ending it when it was needed,
You act differently around me,
It’s anything but being well treated.

Our relationship has been through tangles,
Allowing it to never crack but simply bend,
We always made up and now I realize,
That it is finally The End.

Feelings change...