This Is Why:

March 23, 2010
By ZebraCakes. BRONZE, Eatonville, Washington
ZebraCakes. BRONZE, Eatonville, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
You are a piano, dirtied by the hands of humans, and yet, you hold onto purity, somehow, and there is someone out there, somewhere, who will make the most beautiful music come out of you. (I'm sure of this.)


I never wanted for you to promise me anything.
Why I never wanted to get so close in the first place.
I knew that the closer we got, the further I'd fall.
Then the nearer I would strike back, until
Soon enough I became the adversary.
I kept fighting for you, and you never fought back.
However, maybe I was never really fighting for you.
I think I was always, in some form or another,
I was always really fighting against. Yet,
I could never get enough of you to be satisfied.
I always wanted more, though I fought against that urge too.
What was I fighting? I don't even know anymore.
None of it even really seems to matter.
You wanted me to be vulnerable. I can't give you that.
Though that saddens me, because you gave it to me.
I was selfish, and yet so selfless, that I hurt myself.
Which means in essence, I was right. You couldn't hurt me.
I told you though, that I was going to hurt you.
I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt that I would.
It's just the way I am. It's what I'm good at.
Did we take advantage of each other?
We were afraid to care too much, in fear the other didn't care at all?
Was I just a naive child, fooled by my capricous youth?
I knew one day you'd leave, but now is just too soon.
I never had a reason to ask, "what if." Yet now it's all I do.
The one thing I'm sure of, is that I don't regret a single moment.
I thank you for the last three years.
I still love you. I always will.


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