5-4-2013

By Shaire Blythe

 

I decide not to decide

Got one foot in the door, but can't seem to push anymore,

To let myself in,

I want to win,

Familiar pattens got me stressing out again

I wasn't suppose to have you,

Now that I have you,

The rush from start has died

Isn't this crazy?

Us staring up at the ceiling,

Who would've ever imagined we'd come this far?

You talk, but I don't hear you,

The words fall on deaf ears

To be clear, I can't stand to lay by you another second