It was blasphemy, right from the start.
I knew that before I woke up with that dream.
But I didn't know how hard the following year was about to be.
It made me sick.
&& it felt like guilt. It wasn't.
Irrespective of much I'd like to convince myself.
It wasn't guilt.
I wasn't sorry for not being able to take you off my mind.
I hate to admit this
But if I don't, I will probably never get over this.
I knew it was doomed, I still hoped it wasn't.
I started to believe that it wasn't ordinary.
How else could you have made me so happy?
I wondered if you'd change your mind.
Standing on the railway track. Blindfolded.
That train will still hit you.
Doesn't matter whether you see it or ignore it.
Each day. It was beautiful.
Ludicrous at the same time.
I was blatantly kidding myself.
And reality is a bitch.
When it hit me, it hit me hard.
It wasn't fun and games any more.
No mindless flirting with that thin line between love and friendship.
&& what about 'him'?
'He' was always our primary concern.
'He' was not to be hurt.
'He' was to be protected
When at the end of it all..
'He' is the one who got away with everything.
But I still don't regret it.
I still won't take it back.
I won't tell you that I wasn't in my senses.
Because the truth is Inee,
I hadn't felt more alive.
And I haven't felt more alive..
Ever since you left.
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I knew that before I woke up with that dream.
But I didn't know how hard the following year was about to be.
It made me sick.
&& it felt like guilt. It wasn't.
Irrespective of much I'd like to convince myself.
It wasn't guilt.
I wasn't sorry for not being able to take you off my mind.
I hate to admit this
But if I don't, I will probably never get over this.
I knew it was doomed, I still hoped it wasn't.
I started to believe that it wasn't ordinary.
How else could you have made me so happy?
I wondered if you'd change your mind.
Standing on the railway track. Blindfolded.
That train will still hit you.
Doesn't matter whether you see it or ignore it.
Each day. It was beautiful.
Ludicrous at the same time.
I was blatantly kidding myself.
And reality is a bitch.
When it hit me, it hit me hard.
It wasn't fun and games any more.
No mindless flirting with that thin line between love and friendship.
&& what about 'him'?
'He' was always our primary concern.
'He' was not to be hurt.
'He' was to be protected
When at the end of it all..
'He' is the one who got away with everything.
But I still don't regret it.
I still won't take it back.
I won't tell you that I wasn't in my senses.
Because the truth is Inee,
I hadn't felt more alive.
And I haven't felt more alive..
Ever since you left.




