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Over It

February 16, 2011
By letsdefuseit BRONZE, Duck, North Carolina
letsdefuseit BRONZE, Duck, North Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
"Sometimes I break down so hard you can hear it, and when I can stand to come near it with means to repair, the chances of walking out unscathed are slim to none.
I know because I’m one; a victim of second-hand breakdowns and bad impressions, made under intoxicated conditions with poorly lit expressions. And I regret not going back, I regret not missing flights, I regret not asking for more and taking chances that I can only hope will not be forgotten. My fingers are crossed.

I-O-U.

Now my telephone’s dead and I can’t stand to hold out like this, but I’m constantly checking myself so as not to be a burden. Anything too heavy eventually gets dropped, no matter the cost. Let me be light as a feather, but valued enough so as to remain in a back pocket, until those jeans need washing and I find my place on a bedside table, to be read aloud on nights when memories and prying needs return to haunt the foundations of this room.

Pick me up,
Read me every now and then,
I won’t disappoint.
*I am* witty and engaging so bless me with attention, because I’m *dying* for attention *without* any means of telling *you*."- Alex Gaskarth


Why can’t I keep myself together?
Why do my skies seem so dark and gray?
Why is it that I feel so empty?
Why do I want to hide everyday?
Why can’t I stand to hear your voice?
Why can’t I talk to you without wanting to cry?
Why do I watch her take you from me,
As all the days go by?

Why do I torment myself,
With the thought of his bright smile?
Why do I break my heart everyday,
Knowing she’s had him all the while?

Why did you let me believe,
That I could ever hold you in my arms?
Why did you let me think,
I’d be with you someday?

You can keep our stupid friendship,
And all our useless little laughs
These memories are lies;
Communication mishaps.

So keep all your sweet words,
All your cute little smiles,
Your soft, silky, beautiful voice,
For which I would have walked miles.

I don’t want to see your anything,
Don’t want to hear anymore of your lies,
But I will, however miss one thing,
Your pure, honest, beautiful eyes.

So I’m working my hardest,
To let go and I won‘t quit,
My battle’s almost over,
Soon I’ll be over it.



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