Saturday, May 21, 2011

More than me

I must be a better actor than u give me credit for, if you didn't see the pain your actions caused,
My lies must be more believable than I thought, if you believed me when I said I was fine.
You break my heart over and over,
And still I come back for more.
I must be a masochist to your sadist
Or you must be obtuse if you don't see the pain you cause me
Are my expectations unreasonable?
Do I set myself up to be devastated?
Is this all my fault?
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It's not you, it's me.

I can't blame you if you don't feel the same
I can't get mad just because you don't see my pain
It's not your fault, you don't see my unspoken needs
We are different; you and I
It's my own failing, my shortcoming
That I would move mountains for u, but stones keep u from me
That I would never let a 'no' keep me from granting ur smallest wish, but 'maybes' sway u from putting a smile on my face
It's not your fault.....it must be mine.
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Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Know how to love you right

We don't know what we have till we lose it
I've heard it said, I don't want it said about me. I know what I have. I love who I have.
I find myself losing sight of it. There's so much going on, so many things wrong, and overwhelming but you are the one thing I got right and I'm scared I might be messing that up too.
You know how to love me. You take care of me, before I even notice that I needed help.
I worry that I don't do the same with you. That I miss all the little things that make all the difference and now it seems I'm dropping the big balls too.
What happens when the right woman loves you wrong?
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Tuesday, April 19, 2011

For You

Tears ran down my face for you
For all the tears you would never shed
For all the sounds you would never hear
For all the sights you would never see
For all the smiles you would never grace me with
I wept until I thought my heart would break
For you, I cried my heart out.
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Friday, March 4, 2011

Growing Pains

It's March, the bestest best month of the year; mainly because it was the month in which I was born.
I love birthdays especially my birthday.
This year its bittersweet; birthday means more than cakes, presents and fun its means growing up, growing older. It means choices, repercussions and responsibilities. It means expectations and can you meet them?
So I'm gonna be older before this month is done and this year I'm making it about more than cakes, personally that is; don't worry all my loved ones, your roles in my birthday are still the same: yes immature A is still alive and kicking! I'm growing older not insane! I still have the wish list and please refer to said wishlist if u are having any difficulties finding me a gift.
The Wishlist.
1. A surprise party ( all loved ones can pitch in with this one)
2. A car
3. An HP Envy laptop, 14" special Beats edition
4. An Ipad#2 3G or a Playbook
5. Beats by Dre earphones
6. A BlackBerry Bold 9780, white with a sexy new case to protect the colour.
7. An external Hard disk- 500g and upwards
8. Jewellery
9. Lipgloss, preferably from H&M or Victoria's secret
10. Shoes and/or bags ( contact in camera for shoe size)
11. African Print cloth
12. Gym membership or swimming lessons
13. A Spa Day or weekend if u are feeling particularly generous
14. Cake- red velvet, black forest, or just very chocolately cake
15. BIS (? service) payment for the month of YOUR choice.
16. A plane ticket to a destination of my choice
17. Money - cash, cheque or any viable payment method.
18. Perfume ( covet by Sarah Jessica Parker if possible but any other kind will be appreciated)
This list is in no particular order and is intended as a guide. Friends and Family can present gifts not included on this list and remember its the thought that counts; always.
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Monday, February 28, 2011

My First Years

There was my first year in SSS, then my first year in university. And both times u were there; have been there ever since.
And like everything, everybody that doesn't cause u pain, well I'm ashamed to say, I've taken u for granted.
I assume u'll always be here and I don't say thank u often enough.
U been around when I was happy and when I was sad. U stood by me when I was stupid and hurtful, and gave me advice even when I fought it.
When I think about my first years, my beginnings, those times when I most needed guidance and support, those times when I most needed a friend they are filled with memories of you.
I stood at Gaza, at our wall and thought about my first year there, with you and I realised I never said thanks, for being there. For guiding me, and being there for me. For making my first year extraordinary.
Basically thank you for being you. Its been a long time coming, thanks for being my friend.
P.S. The song should have been called 'Part of me'. Its the only title that makes sense!
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Friday, February 25, 2011

Midnight thoughts

Why do we love even when it hurts,
And what do u do when love dies
Why do we grow older when youth holds so much joy,
And the belief that we are invulnerable.
Why do I lie awake at night with confused thoughts and a yearning heart
Why does time speed up when I beg it to drag
And drag when I wish that it would fly
Why am I me, and you, you
And is it too late to change?
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