Gloomy Butterfly
What have I got to do to make you love meWhat have I got to do to make you care
What do I do when lightning strikes me
And I wake to find that you're not there
What do I do to make you want me
What have I got to do to be heard
What do I say when it's all over
And sorry seems to be the hardest word
It's sad, so sad
It's a sad, sad situation
And it's getting more and more absurd
It's sad, so sad
Why can't we talk it over
Oh it seems to me
That sorry seems to be the hardest word
Elton John - Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word
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There have been so many instances where I’ve had mini closures. When do I know which is the ‘final’ one? I’m telling myself that I’m doing this because I owe it to myself to give it one last try and see if things will work out between us or not.
My friends tell me to leave. I’m iffish about it all. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m sure the most rational, sane and healthy thing to do is leave. But my heart hangs on. Or my vanity hangs on. Or something hangs on. Don’t ask me what, I don’t know.
I’m just sick of this situation and I just wish it could all just go away. Either I’m in love with him or I’m not. Quit with the sad and sorry sordid details. Quit with the second-guessing. Quit and just bloody let go. Why do I have to have this stupid hang-up where I don’t want things to end just for the sake of ending? Why is it so hard for me to let go?
Why can’t he just love me like one of those little terriers and bite his teeth in deep and never let go? Then it would be easy. Why does he have to be so complacent about it all? Why does he only talk when I prompt or ask him to? Why does he have to be such a coward? Why can’t I just let go?
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