Sunday, September 21, 2014

Talk.

I'd like to talk to you.
To go out and walk
And just talk
The way we used to.
I'd like to talk to you.
To listen to what you have to say
And to be heard, too.
I'd like to talk to you.
There's nothing more I want
Than to see you,
To hug you, kiss you,
And ask you about your day.
And to talk to you
Until the day ends.

I really wish we could spend more time together. We don't just sit and chat anymore, and I really miss that about us.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Decide.

I looked down at her. Her broad smile had fainted away and a disappointed, defeated look took hold of her once bright face.

Could I keep on doing this? Who was I to make her suffer this much? I promised I would change, and I had been changing. I was doing well, but then something happened. I don't know what.

And that ruined me. It ruined me. It pained so much to see her break apart, but I couldn't leave her. I couldn't bring myself to walk away. I loved her. I still do. I probably always do so.

But her face, oh her face whenever I failed ... It broke my heart over and over again. She tries so hard to stay and to be good. I try to, but I can't seem to work. It's been months and months of second chances, and after a great start I just crawl back to where she hates it.

Why can't I be the man she wants, the man she deserves? I love her. She deserves to be happy, all the time. Not just once in a while, when I'm at my best. Not just pretending to be okay when being with me.

She deserves happy. I can't let her go. What should I do? I need to change.

Friday, September 5, 2014

Creí que seria divertido contarte.

Creí que sería divertido contarte.

Últimamente hemos estado ocupados. Tu mas que nada. Y no hay problema, se que así es y sera por mucho tiempo, así que trato de soportarlo lo más que pueda sin sentirnos mal.

Aunque sí me entristece. Hay tantas cosas que me gustaría hacer contigo o contarte, ya que hasta hablar se nos dificulta. Lo triste de esto es que muchas veces, si llego emocionada a contarte algo, tu lo tratas como cualquier otra cosa, o al menos, así lo siento yo.

Me gustaría sentir mas entusiasmo de tu parte. Se que lo que yo hago no es interesante, pero me gustaría que me escuchaces con el mismo interés y apoyo que con el que yo trato de demostrar por ti.

Se que a veces es bastante cansado lidiar conmigo, no tengo la mejor personalidad que digamos. Sólo que sí hay cosas que me gustaría sentir, que quizás si están ahí pero simplemente no siento.

No se si eso pase, espero que si. Yo seguiré tratando de ser buena y apoyarte en todo. Buenas noches, descansa, amor.