The past keeps reforming, right in front of my eyes. The "I'm okays" that come out of my mouth, we know are just lies. The pain remains hidden along with the truth. I just want to go back to the time, when it was just you, I, and the memories in the photo booth. I keep wondering "what if" which is no good. I'm in the past which I can't help, because this is where I have stood. I couldn't bring myself to tell you the truth even if I could. The battle I'm fighting, I say is with you. Truth be told the fight I'm fighting, is with myself. I always blame you. Truth is, I should be blaming myself for all the things I continue to do. All though I continue to keep putting the blame on you. All the things I'm still too blind to see, are thanks to nobody but me. I'm too scared to put the blame on myself, and take responsibility for the person I choose to be.
The Depth Of My Feelings
September 4, 2012