Confession
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Confession
I have no control over my dreams.
I know that they are the opposite of this reality.
I know where you stand in your life and mine.
I know, everything. Clearly.
But since I cannot help that you are feeling the way you do,
And you cannot help that I am feeling the way I do,
Then just let each other be for the time being.
Because I'm not interfering with your life anymore, allow me the space on my blog to at least moan about it. Because since you've been gone, I haven't a place for brutal truth anymore.
You can feel as wronged, as bad, as guilty for all you want from now onwards.
I can't help it if you want to feel all those.
But if I feel like I still want you back, if I feel like questioning all the words that you said in the past, if I feel like you betrayed my love for you,
Let me be.
Because this is what happens, when you turn into a cynic.
Honesty hurts, that much I've learned.
I have no control over my dreams.
I know that they are the opposite of this reality.
I know where you stand in your life and mine.
I know, everything. Clearly.
But since I cannot help that you are feeling the way you do,
And you cannot help that I am feeling the way I do,
Then just let each other be for the time being.
Because I'm not interfering with your life anymore, allow me the space on my blog to at least moan about it. Because since you've been gone, I haven't a place for brutal truth anymore.
You can feel as wronged, as bad, as guilty for all you want from now onwards.
I can't help it if you want to feel all those.
But if I feel like I still want you back, if I feel like questioning all the words that you said in the past, if I feel like you betrayed my love for you,
Let me be.
Because this is what happens, when you turn into a cynic.
Honesty hurts, that much I've learned.
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