I wore my wounds and scars on my sleeve, and I told you from the beginning what they were and how they got there, and you told me they were beautiful. But your eyes were shallow and could only see things skin deep, none of the pain hidden behind my smile could you see. You would rather believe the daydream of me, even if my flaws seemed ideal, and my weakness you used as a loophole into my heart. Yet our happiness wasn't found in the dreams we had together, and when you glimpsed the skeletons that danced in the closets of my nightmares, you were faced with your own demons. Seeing into the darkness and sadness of my mind, your own despair blinded you to the strength it would take to carry me with a wide open heart. Then it all became wounded, wicked accusations, shattering the illusions of love we once clung so desperately to.
Ryan, Carolyn & I were thinking it would be fun for us to have some drinks Thur. night or tonight. You should call me from the payphone. ------> Please call even if it's to say you can't make it. We just think it'd be fun. Luv Always, Amy & Carolyn I love you son! MOM P.S. Shakespeare & Ryan Rule!
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