Love is Lost.
I dont remember the last time I saw your face and my heart lit up at the fact that you were still here. Ready for anything and everything that life threw at us. You have completely and utterly abandoned me. It's not my fault.
"I never wanted to say this, You never wanted to stay. I put my faith in you, so much faith and then you just threw it away" It never mattered to you that I never had a choice. That If I could, I would have lived with you and stayed, but as I look at the things you post on the biggest stage ever, the internet, I begin to wonder, what good would have come for me to stay there? Would I be watching it from up close or would I have been a part of it? Would you have even done it to begin with? there's nothing I can say to myself to make myself feel like I'm not a douche, but that's life. this happens everytime something good comes from this giant "Where's Waldo" picture. We find one good thing, and look up to see that we're surrounded by things far more enticing, but we have no idea what effect they have on us till it's too late. I saw you, like reading your story in a book. I already knre what was going to happen and no matter how much I screamed and pleaded for you to watch out, that there were people who cared what happened to you, it didn't matter, cause I look up and realize I'm talking to a screen. Nothing I can or will do has anything to do with anymore. I'm sorry all I did was care, and that you didn't care enough to notice.
"I never wanted to say this, You never wanted to stay. I put my faith in you, so much faith and then you just threw it away" It never mattered to you that I never had a choice. That If I could, I would have lived with you and stayed, but as I look at the things you post on the biggest stage ever, the internet, I begin to wonder, what good would have come for me to stay there? Would I be watching it from up close or would I have been a part of it? Would you have even done it to begin with? there's nothing I can say to myself to make myself feel like I'm not a douche, but that's life. this happens everytime something good comes from this giant "Where's Waldo" picture. We find one good thing, and look up to see that we're surrounded by things far more enticing, but we have no idea what effect they have on us till it's too late. I saw you, like reading your story in a book. I already knre what was going to happen and no matter how much I screamed and pleaded for you to watch out, that there were people who cared what happened to you, it didn't matter, cause I look up and realize I'm talking to a screen. Nothing I can or will do has anything to do with anymore. I'm sorry all I did was care, and that you didn't care enough to notice.