sâmbătă, 11 februarie 2012

Letter to a M.

"I've only wanted you to ask me how am I doing, instead you traced my every smile and killed it, still I ought to love you, that's what they said to me, no matter what 'cause they say no matter how many times you "kill" me, you love me because they told you so, because they made it a job of it. I struggle to breath, it's getting heavy every breath I take. I'm tired. I've been down so many times without you to notice. You love to see me down, it's the perfect excuse of your messy life, you found your way by telling the world how disappointed you are in me, I sit and listen, it's a strange peace that I feel deep down inside my heart, you've finally found something that I'm good at. You've never held my hand to guide me in the dark, you preferred to tell me to stay put until the "light" came back. You've never hugged me when I had a bad dream, instead you told me the meaning of that bad dream, most of the time something bad was going to happen to us. I would go back to sleep thinking that I was the reason that something bad would happen, because I've dreamed it. You never sang to me...I guess most of the song are about love...that's why you never sang to me.
I've only wanted to feel loved, so I wouldn't beg for love from strangers.
You've only tolerate my existence the best you could."