fractured

[edit/] sometimes, saying goodbye is the only way of making things right.

sometimes i wonder if i'm good for you.

or maybe you're good for me.

or perhaps,

we'll feed off each other,

and be the best we can be individually.

which is so strange i must say.

here we are.

two lonely lonesome souls,

brought together

by chance and serendipity.

and at the most unlikely of all places,

over a few beers.

i just wished someone told me this was gonna happen.

or just give me the lesson-plan,

and tell me what i was supposed to learn from this.

give me a peep at the bigger picture.

and tell me when my time will be up.

because i'm really tired of guessing.

trying to figure out my role,

and why i'm being put in this situation.

all fucking over again.

i could stop this thinking if you want me to.

but then i'll just be lost in you even more.

drawn in by your beauty,

falling into your gravity,

more and more

each day.

because as broken as you may be,

the very fact that you are bleeding sorrow,

proves how human you still are.

and though your heart may be lost in her,

with full permission,

you have mine to take.

"you're neither friend or foe though i cant seem to let you go. the one thing that i still know is that you're keeping me down. something always brings me back to you. it never takes too long."