Three years, or was it more?
I don't really remember exactly. I only remember the ship was sinking , so whenever that was, that is when it was.
Somehow, at the time, it seemed as if it would become more than what it became.
But what it was, for most of that time, was comforting, made me smile.
It was what it was, and now it is what it is.
There is no need for the hints and the cryptic messages.
I get it- so stop.
It's funny, there never were expectations , not from me. Maybe that is not true though. Maybe I expected the best for you , as I had put you on a pedestal . Funny that I should do that. I was taught by a wise man many years ago, to never place anyone high above myself. I guess I saw something in you, that you couldn't , or didn't believe existed. Or perhaps it was my own delusion because I wanted to believe you were just what I thought you were.
But over time, I see you are drawn to the unsavory, the raunchy, the contentious, the whiners and the list-ers of complaints.
I am just me, and me was not your style.
I don't really remember exactly. I only remember the ship was sinking , so whenever that was, that is when it was.
Somehow, at the time, it seemed as if it would become more than what it became.
But what it was, for most of that time, was comforting, made me smile.
It was what it was, and now it is what it is.
There is no need for the hints and the cryptic messages.
I get it- so stop.
It's funny, there never were expectations , not from me. Maybe that is not true though. Maybe I expected the best for you , as I had put you on a pedestal . Funny that I should do that. I was taught by a wise man many years ago, to never place anyone high above myself. I guess I saw something in you, that you couldn't , or didn't believe existed. Or perhaps it was my own delusion because I wanted to believe you were just what I thought you were.
But over time, I see you are drawn to the unsavory, the raunchy, the contentious, the whiners and the list-ers of complaints.
I am just me, and me was not your style.
12/10/2018
(Simple words, written three years ago, never posted. They came to mind this morning at 5 AM, time to get everything posted one by one)
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