Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Ugly people I hate. Although sometimes I pity them, other than that I still dislike them. I don't associate myself with them.
People around me say you’re ugly (and I could do better), I hide you from them. Is it cos I’m afraid they’re right about it and I'm too ashame of you or is it cos I cared too much for you to be hurt?
Waking up to a drool patch on my right, the exact spot I found on your pillow we slept on.
Walking myself to the station, and on the grass lies a bottle of Yeo’s Lemon Barley drink.
Entering the lift reeking of your Victory League scent.
Were all these mere coincidence or were they signs or was I just reading too much into them?
Sometimes, it feels like I’m stuck in reverse.
If you want me gone, I will. But then again, why had you ask me over on 8 May. I shouldn’t have gone cos now it’s harder to leave than it previously was.
I don't want to be so needy but I can't help being.
I just want a hug to tell me you'll be here forever.
Do you care?
I wish I could be every little thing you wanted. All the time.
Cos you're the one that led me here, so take me.