She cried out my name, not with
joy but with s y m p a t h y
I found the other guy fast
asleep next to her.
I look at her with tears in my eyes.
was she willing to say good-bye..?
Did I cross the line so much?
As in bringing her flowers
every...day?
precisely around may,
of course her birthday.
she use to sway with me
gee..she wasn't that happy.
free me? she used to say.
for thee...anything. i used to murmer
flashbacks flash through
my brain like an UN-stopping
traffic light.
brink-blink-brink--
snap out of it jack..she's
talking to you now:
"Jack, honey. I'm sorry.
but come on! what are
we actually doing here?"
"Well, i'm just simply loving you,
at the very least trying. But break
my heart a thousand times
and Ill keep
loving yours...a thousand times more."
*SORRY...this was a bit crappy..IMO. *
