blueeyed
Fix.
You thought you could fix me.
You thought you could turn me into another one of your perfect girls.
The ones that look at you with so much admiration.
The ones that are starstruck when you walk by..
You wanted me to be fake.
You wanted me to change.
You wanted me to give in.
You wanted me to want you.
Well guess what.
I do want you.
I changed.
Know your the one who needs to be fixed.
I stood there
Watching you walk away.
I knew nearly everything about you.
Memorized the way
you looked when you
were sad.
And how you're eyebrows
moved when you were
joyful.
I knew nearly everything about you.
So how come I never recognized this never-ending pattern
leading us down the path of destruction?
I'm signing a petition
Writing down my name
Letting the world know
that I will think of you no more.
For as I disengage myself
I see you for as you truly are.
Manipulative.
Selfish.
Cowardly.
My belief in you is fading.
Faster and Faster.
With every moment.
Every Lie.
Every Wink.
Every Touch.
Every Kiss.
Every time I see you with her
My Belief in you fades
Just a little more.
I could never tell
Exactly what it was
about sunday brunch
that made me want to go back
each and every week.
Maybe it was the sandwhiches
that were always exactly the same.
or maybe it was the iced tea.
Always over sweetened with sugar.
And then finally I realized
That the reason I came back
each and every weekend,
was in hope of catching
a glimpse of your wonderful smile.
Dressed in your Sunday's best.
While you sat across the way.
Your eyes kaleidoscopes,
filling this average Sunday Brunch
With wonder.
I could have done it myself.
I would've figured it out sooner or later.
I was a rather smart girl,
Definitely capable or a simple task.
But there was just something about the way you looked,
maybe it was your deep blue eyes,
when you asked me if I wanted you to show me how.
Made me need your demonstation.