with your own eyes.

you should of seen our sunset with your own eyes, and not with the eyes of fear and doubt that closed this path. you should have trusted your first instinct, that primarily inclined you towards me. you should of ignored this one, telling you i'm more than you could handle, that this was more than you were ready for.. bottom line: you'll never be ready for me, but you'll always wonder.

calendar marks 24

tomorrow will always be yesterday
for night fall does not mark my day's end
every day is the same
all of them filled of you

memories printed with your smile
thoughts stamped with your words
every breath of the same air
taped to the walls of my everyday

and this just doesn't go away
i wish that you would tell me
what's the right way to go
you didn't show me how to unlearn you

and everytime i open my eyes from sleep
i remember im lost in a whirlwind
of doubts and feelings
that will never be answered or corresponded

full..

someway or another i keep thinking about you. i keep thinking what could have been different, and how things could be right now, the way i was sure they would be.. i haven't seen you since.. and the proximity of our meeting makes me anxious. i guess this just isn't where i expected to be right now; i thought we'd be together, sharing things people share, saying things people say, and doing things we like to do. maybe i made the mistake, maybe i was wrong.. thinking that that could be for us, or maybe you were the one who was wrong making the choice that it couldn't. i just know that i miss you, in any form.. in the before or the after, but i just miss you.

but you did succeed in something, i think so often of you, you've left no space for my past preocupations, you've filled up all the surface they filled.. now there's just you.