Watching and waiting to see what transposes.My pride has taken a shot,
the embarrassment is almost too much to bear.
I gave you an "out", but yet you stay.
For now, I say.
It's all changed, it's all rearranged.
Another "out" may be needed,
if taken, i'll be crushed.
But free once again,
alone,
able to rebuild my pride, in my own time.
Too hard to tell me to my face.
Own up to it. Just do it.
I won't break, I won't go "crazy" or freak out.
I'm a solid chick. I'll get over it.
I've tried patience, I've tried interventions.
This is something you have to do on your own.
Without me.
If you so choose, I'll be here to listen.
Though it will not be the same.
I will change along with your decisions.
She'll destroy you if she can't have you.
She'll do everything in her power to pull you apart.
She is a black widow,
waiting to feed on your last dying breath.
And I just can't watch. I can't sit and say nothing.
I won't.
Though my feelings for you run very deep,
I won't sit by and watch you be manipulated and deceived.
Run, Dude, Fucking run!
Just run.
I'll be over here, pretending not to see the anguish on your face.
Pretending not to see the chaos that you're addicted to.
I don't know what you think you've lost in the past,
that you could regain,
but she's not the answer,
she's the confussion, the chaos,
the hurt
and the manipulative force that you question in your heart.
You're not really here anyway.
Spaced out, too much thinking, barely talking.
Just not there,
and haven't been for months now.
Is she worth loosing me?
Seems to be all you think about.
So just......
Run, dude, run,
so I can get over you.
J. Grace.
