psycho babble

there comes a time in life when you're friends discover they can do better.  a time when things just dont make sense and you have to accept the fact that you need to have faith in something better. there comes a time when you cant save every relationship, wipe away every tear, bring a smile to someones face...or do anything all  by yourself. there comes a time when you have to stop listening and helping others in order to save yourself. also a time when you just have to know within you're heart that time cannot heal everything and you are you're own best critique.

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I’m Over It
I’m ready, don’t stop, keep pushing me into this abyss of emotion called letting go.  Move along, moving on now…I’m done writing your book when the pages have all become twisted and bruised. I am done crayoning life into my own eyes, waiting for the days to become minutes and happiness to become hours. I’m ready for clocks to stop ticking for you, and for mine to begin.  Keep pushing, keep pushing me away, I’m ready to live, live for me and not for you.

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Hide and Seek
I can imagine every inch of your face, take hold of your hand when you begin to fall, and pick you out of one million fallen stars and breathe you in with complete and utter completion. In dreams that is, these feelings we’re not empty, but cradled by arms of truth. As of a candle once brightly lit, the flame has long been disintegrated with a small breath of air. The emptiness was filled with illusion, once created to end all of the confusion. Silence has long filled the bright ray of sunshine, I once called myself. I filled the pain of losing the game the only way I knew how. Convincing myself, you we’re not my cause of frustration. But every night has been the same for years, I see you in the clouds, dancing in the pouring rain, in the shadows tracing my walls at midnight, and in my mind making me smile while I sleep. You’re here; you’re there, everywhere to me…  We’re playing hide and seek with my life, 1 2 3 ….10 ready or not here you come. 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1 I’m dying; losing strength…I won’t do this… I can’t let you love me unfaithfully….suck the breath right out of me. Boo you shout tearing at my heart strings. I want to kiss you, taste your lips of poison, breathe you, and love you once again…no…you have no use for me. I guess you’ve caught me where it hurts; all I ask of you is to close the door silently as you leave.  Boo, I whisper softly in my pillow case, I’ve finally woken up.

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