All I wanted to do is see her. Doesn’t look that way.
Conflict of interest. Term seems bloated. Conflicting, conflicts, interests.
Freeballing it cus my head seems bloated. Conflict of interest.
What was supposed to be a rant, turned into one of those freshman year spokenwords.
Why did she come to me now. I can’t help but to think. Cus all I could feel is the happiness I once had, revisiting. Dont get me wrong, I can’t be happier then when I’m with her. I miss her when shes not around, I kiss her and hold her like we were never down. but why now. My mind thinks otherwise. Of another guy. Her other, guy. Cus theyre not together, she runs back to me to relieve stress and a cigar-rette. Regret. Nothing. take it in stride. If shes meant to be yours, shell stay by your side. If not, then let her lie, so u can feel that happiness just one more time.
At times like these, I wish my babe was still here
i feel highly disrespected
But I keep driving to this house, hoping one day id see her car, but knowing I wont. I drive for the drive, for boredom, to relive and remind. Remind myself of the simplicities of life and love. I keep searching for love again, when I gave it away so easily then. It was easy then, just live and love was there, with her. And now, I see myself lying to others, to friends, coworkers, myself about everything. All I want is that love again.
hopefully i know what im doing now.
this time i dont have charlene to pull me through, this time im all by myself.
and i dont know if thats a good thing.
friends will always be there but nothing like the wife to guide you through the shit.
but im up, awake, backpack ready, to go to the classes that i dont know where theyre at, at the school i dont know, with teachers whom dont care otherwise.
imma try to have fun again.
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