May 15, 2011

this time, that time, every time.

Everytime we get together, we somehow get into a fight.
I don't know what causes it, it's natural for us I guess.
But I am soooooo sick of it.
All of us can't seem to go a single car ride without pissing someone off.
How is it possible that we do that?


It's times like these that I wish you were real to hold me and tell me that everything was gonna be okay. That I wouldn't have to worry, that you'd take care of me and that I wouldn't need to rely on them. You would come once you hear my shaking voice on the other side of the phone and you would pull me close and comfort me. But I know it's not possible, because you're a figment of my imagination and I can't have you no matter what. I'll try, I'll try my very best and give it my all to make you not just my alternate world or a dream but I'll make you become a reality. I want you to be real so badly it hurts and all I can think about is how much I wish it were real and as stupid as it is, you're my motivation to work hard. I'll put in the effort to make you real.

I know you, but I don't have a relationship with you and it kills me.

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