On wings of integrity: It's all about your Interpretation

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

It's all about your Interpretation

I wish I had senserity in my eyes,

I wish I could be taken more seroiusly instead of continuesly being scrutinized.

I wish you could see how hollow I am and how much I'm dying on the inside.

I wish I could tell you what I'm feeling instead of always being so angry at myself and the world.

I wish I could just teach you a lesson, hurt you as much as you have me.

Make you feel the pain, the agony that burns inside of me because of the way you mistreat me.

I wish you could just read my fucking body langauge and fuck off from my life, disappear, vanish.

I wish I could vanish and never come back.

"You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for"

Richard Siken