All I’m doing is sitting in the dark waiting for Peter Pan to drop by and whisk me away to go see the mermaids and pirates behind the star on the right.
Last night in my dreams I went down memory lane relieving all that we did my hope rekindled once again only to be destroyed by my sledge hammer battering down at the sight of your smile.
You’re begging for a second chance since you’re sure you can prove it was just a silly misunderstanding unfortunately I’d rather drink bleach than try to get along with you.
I’m sorry for ignoring you its not you its me because for a while I didn’t have any space left for you in my head or in my heart. But I do now so maybe we could try again.
Its a pity you couldn’t see the tears forming in the corner of my eyes after shutting me out when things don’t go your way you assume I’m doing great meanwhile I can feel my heart breaking because of your pain.
I am trying to understand why you just cant talk to me is it something I said that made you ignore me or is all of this on you trying to make me look like a fool for thinking I could change my behavior and you’d love me once more.
You’re going on and on about this and that which happened in the past but don’t you think its time to forget about all that and move on to something else.
The only reason you wanted me around was to make sure you had your entertainment so when the time came that somebody new and more interesting came along I was cut off as if I was nothing more than a background character in your story.
For now I have to make do with fantasising about me and you, you and me, and what we will never ever be again since you’ve been ignoring me for weeks now. And I’m at the end of my patience as well as ideas of how to catch your attention.
I have been reliving the memories I have of us trying to figure out where it all went wrong but there is no use in trying to find my tomorrow in the yesterdays with you.
I think I’m going to need sleeping pills if I wanna cure my insomnia caused by thoughts of us invading my dreams every time my eyes start to flutter closed.
Entire structures adorned with intricate details of gruesome tales and enchanting myths narrating the grim lives of roughly made up antiheros and their understudies.
Half the time I feel like I’m talking to the wall because you don’t react at all and then the shock comes when I begin to scream that I just want somebody to listen to me.
