The Story Of My Heart...

Friday, August 14, 2009

Don't like.
Don't like.
Don't like.
I don't like.
I can't be the one doing the salvaging.
Or planning.
Or organising.
Or surprising.
Or sparing a thought.
Or sacrificing.
Or making the effort.
Or giving.
And always giving.
Or saying.
And always being the first to say.
Or messaging.
Or calling.
And always the one who calls.
Or showing that i care.
Or sharing.
And sharing my secrets and gossips.
Or showing that you are special.
Or showing that you're integrated in my life.
Or holding.
And holding most of the conversations.
Hey,
Its better to not give a damn.
So now let's turn the tables, shall we.

Cos i rather be.
The one being held back.
Having plans planned.
Having stuff already organised.
The one being surprised.
Having thoughts spared for me.
Having sacrifices made for me.
The one who the effort is made for.
To get messaged.
To get called.
yada yada yada.

Then again, life isn't like that is it.
We can't micro manage everything.
and that's why i get angry sometimes.
and thats why i rather keep my disappointments to myself.
Because its just too many.
Because i'm tired.
Tired of being the one.
Isn't there an auto function already.
Its the 21st century god dammit.
where's the brains.
Or the common sense.
C'est la vie.
There is no common sense.
And where things are the simplest.
We fail.

**xoxo cher at 9:23 pm
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