Not only did I not write this for you, but I wrote it for myself. I figured it was about time I started thinking for myself. You can spend your whole life trying to please other people, until you realise the only person who has to live with those decisions, those choices, compromises and sacrifices is yourself. So this is the beginning of the end, or the end of the beginning. This is where it starts.
Thursday, 17 February 2011
There are words I can't push out, although I can taste them on my tongue.
I miss you I want you
Don't leave me alone.
The words are foul tasting and leave a bitter streak as I swallow them back down.