To be told to accept something that ain’t even real; someone- So much time away from, a running (that’s what it’s called) Taking part in becoming something you don’t even recognize After testing the waters, AND/SO, I’ve given away a few tries— In a leading of lies; a face displaying an appearance disguised ; No emotion—the heart of a soul that once broke in, saying of, “this not you”, “Oh, boo-hoo” You need to go back to— who you were— it’s too new ;but who knew —You, so pretty, how could you let this be? self pitty —“You don’t even know me” How could you forget already? The uncomforted feeling that’s taken place, you look within knowing who you are but to the distaste You’re just “that girl” The one you’ve never been before And now that it seems your future has been read; It gets harder for me to ignore
—-This is not who you want to be & it’s not hard to see, but you accept & it’s well kept, and that’s where it gets hard for me.
Being ignored by someone you look up to; “at least you felt it, right?”
Knowing they exist but do they know you do? Your heart persists; if they’re anything like me they’ll open. I won’t be heart broken. I just have to know, I refuse to let this go. Call me out of my mind but at least I’m not blind, I mean faces show. Something can’t be right about this, someone has to know.
Ain’t it, something…to want one thing from someone you used to—-no;someone who doesn’t—no;
I refuse to let go; to make believe with all the lies spoken, I won’t be heart broken
—and then, what?!
finally, a chance to look in its face, after failed attempts online , a heart begins to race..a thought to getting a sense of who I am—that’s not the case; but I felt it. The vibe that hit and made it shake to its core. A haunting that said it doesn’t want to be anymore, whatever it was.
Taking a look in its eyes, I’m here again; for you..even after so many tries, but will you, I mean after you know—not be phased, will your feelings start to show? I don’t want to be heart broken; I have to know.
After being left in a rage..I’m left on this page, pacing chapters; I’ve seen the pictures and even created a story after.
Outlining again, there’s something distant, something missing and it has to start with you, then