The Story of a Girl

Maybe some people are meant to fade away. Maybe forever is too long, maybe it's for the better. Yet why is it I crave your lips, the feeling of your arms drawing me in so close I can't breath? Why do I wanna sit on the edge of your bed and pretend to be interested in learning guitar when all I really wanna see is the sparkle that lights up your eyes when you touch the damn thing? Why do I crave being silly with you, the taste of the wine you love so much and I hate? Why can't you just see that maybe if you gave us a chance we might still be happy?

I'm just the slightest bit fed up. Just the slightest bit too frustrated to be reasonable. I just want to understand. Why can't you and I have a civil conversation about whats wrong, what went wrong, and if we want to try and fix it? Why do you insist on this silence that puts us in limbo? All i want is to understand where i stand with you and if you expect me to just hang around and wait for you. I'm tired of the guessing game, I'm tired of the frustration, and I sure as hell am tired of the way it feels when you look right through me.