Friday, February 12, 2010

This is not to get confused, this one's for you.

You take the time to perfect your explanations, your excuse.
You lie until she believes you.


It's not my fault I love you beyond compassion. So much that writing it down on paper wouldn't suffice in detail. That I, smile because I believe every last promise, every I love you. I also can't blame myself, for feeling bad for your broken heart over breaking mines. See I live through love, mind over matter - I tell myself I need you when in fact you're the last thing I should I depend on. I know right from wrong, but I do not grasp the concept of that, when it comes to love. I'm right, you're wrong. But I guess maybe when I start believing in myself I'll cease in believing you.
But then again you know, it really isn't my fault. It's a gift.


You lie so much, it's killling your swag.

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