Wednesday, April 20, 2011

When There's Noone Left To Blame But Yourself

You seemed so sure of yourself. When we met in gym class I thought you were the most ballin' kid on the court. The kind of person I'd instantly want to become friends with.
So I pursued that friendship. It was the best. We killed ourselves laughing and did no work on a regular basis and we were okay with that. Your jokes, your stories, your funny faces..I cried laughing.

I cry for another reason now. Tears of joy are out of the question. The thing is, you've changed.
The drinking. The anger. The drugs. The people. The future. "Don't think, just let go."

It. kills. me.  
I'm not really gonna accept "I grew up." No-you stopped fighting for what's good in life because, it got a little tough? It got a little shaky? You were never one to back down from a challenge. That's faith, girl. Come back, Superstar.

The girl that never stopped believing in you misses you.  

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