Friday, August 22, 2014

Resolve

That is something I do not have.

Before you came by, I was hell bent on making you feel like shit because you make me feel like shit.

But you came around and flashed me that smile.

Suffice to say, I folded.

I succumbed to your boyish charms and felt happy that you were here.

For that, I admit that I am stupid.

For that, I admit that I am weak.

For that, I admit that I am crazy.

Stupid for just forgetting how crappy you make me feel when we don't speak.

Weak for not being able to stick to my decision to no longer be friends with you.

Crazy for finding myself weirdly content with just your presence in the room.

Resolve.

That is something I do not have.

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