ShannonSteffen

I've never begged anyone not to leave People seem to go once they've had enough of me. No I don't know what came over me that night Funny how it ended after such a little fight. Before I could explain you'd already made up your mind Didn't even get a chance to kiss you one last time. I would've chased you when you left but I was paralyzed Seemed all that I could do was hurt and beg and cry. I ran outside just as you sped away You drove to match the anger that I saw on your face. I watched you disappear down the street While my heart broke and I fell to my knees. Oh well you seem happy, that's great So much better without me; Oh wait, You'r

I've never begged anyone not to leave People seem to go once they've had enough of me. No I don't know what came over me that night Funny how it ended after such a little fight. Before I could explain you'd already made up your mind Didn't even get a chance to kiss you one last time. I would've chased you when you left but I was paralyzed Seemed all that I could do was hurt and beg and cry. I ran outside just as you sped away You drove to match the anger that I saw on your face. I watched you disappear down the street While my heart broke and I fell to my knees. Oh well you seem happy, that's great So much better without me; Oh wait, You'r

The walls are black and white, Against my skin's pales and lights. I write all night long, Until my fingers and thoughts are raw. Sunlight bursts through the curtains, And illuminates all my burdens. But I carry on, Until every doubt is gone. I never told you how I feel, But that doesn't make this any less real. The thoughts remain, Like coffee stains, And sleeplessness in my veins. Relief washes over, Weights lift from my shoulders, I feel wiser, I feel older. I guess the hardest part is over.

I don't know what it was about you that made me fall so hard, and stubbornly stay there, where I landed so heavy, on my now-bruised knees. I always swore to myself that you were someone special; I always thought that you were the epitome of delicate empathy and reason. But after spending one desultory afternoon in your foggy bedroom, wrapped beneath your skin which clung tensely to your fervent bones, a dark hue of cynical blues began to follow behind every word you spoke to me. I've begun to realize that you are not special at all. I've begun to realize that you only like to pretend you are special. You are not aware of our celestial b