Thoughts of You

Today I sat down on my bed. I was thinking about you. And as I looked towards my closet I saw that shoe box, yeah, it was in that shoe box that I had put you letters. I picked it up and took out the letters. I was thinking about you. I was thinking about those kisses we shared, the hugs and special gestures, the fights and arguments. I started to read those letters and remember every thought of you...

Thoughts to Come and Haunt Me

It's been a long time, since I've been here, and boy oh boy things have happen. But as always most are bad or most bring me back to you. Yeah, you, I still think about you, and I still wonder "What If?" but I'm moving on. You gave up on me a long time ago, you kept me waiting. Now I give up on you cause I won't be heartbroken again. I've suffered a lot these past months, but haven't had the need to show you. I guess it's my problem. You seem happy in your little world, but I ask you, "are you?" I do care just in case, but I turn my back on you, and look over my shoulder towards you. It's not that I'm trying to be mean to you, but I really just don't wnat you to see me as hurtr as you left me.