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blindsyntax:

the only human that doesn’t want to be human

trying to understand the book of life, with no sight

unable to see the book written in Braille

just some tag lines I came up with after writing my last post… I like that last one

and she never called

i kinda didn’t want her to

she was the first person to ever make me cry

not that she made me, i just did, over her

i remember the first time

they were just watery eyes

blinking so the tearrs would run down my cheek

listening to one of her favorite bands

trying to understand the words

cause now they pertain to me and us

that second time was after we ate

it wasn’t that long ago, just a couple of weeks

but i remember it as if it were yesterday

i droped her off home, as i headed to mine

thinking of what was said, and what wasn’t

of what could be if things were done

but they weren’t so things could be the same

the shame of that thought running around my head

as i drive off home, the sadness building

i go up into my room and just lay down on my bed

and for the first real time i just started to cry

i just let my self go, it wasn’t a big drama event

just laying down crying, the tears falling

running down my cheeks one after the other

each carving a new path of sadness then the one before

she likes me

she likes me but she doesn’t like me

she likes me but she likes others who aren’t like me

she likes me but the others aren’t like me

she likes me but i’m not like the others

she likes me but she doesn’t like me

:: if those arn’t fast emo/punk song lyrics then i dont know what is ::

fortified with confidece, she tore it down in one night.

that night when we talked about us

and how things were cool and not any different

she said that she didn’t want to mess things up, i said i didn’t either

and thats why nothing was ever done

and just after that the bottle of wine was done

then it hit me, that old feeling again

that feeling that i’d thought went away

but it came back again, to my disslike

in the car i tried to credit it to the wine

but that little voice in my mind said other wise

at our next stop some other things were said as a test

a joking test, but yet a pass or fail test

and the answers to that test that i was giving

was taking and then held, only letting me see a glimps of the answers

but i knew what that rest of the answers were

and then i knew that, that the test was failed

as i looked up from where i was at

i noticed that i had fallen, yet again

with much angst, i tried to keep that smile for her

that girl who i guess i never got up from

or who i had fallen twice for