i give up.
i'll give you what you want.
i'll stay quiet, and accept what's being handed to me..take what i can get. i'll follow your script--the one you so neatly outlined on my walls, so i couldn't escape. i'll divert my gaze away from yours, watching the criss-cross pattern of the tile instead of noticing the glare you can't help but send my way. i'll write, for you, all the answers on a clean sheet of paper, then i'll stand in silence and turn to the door..
i'll give you what you want.
i give up.
21 April 2005
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you were meant for so much more. we get what we're destined for. and its not a case of khattey angoor if we let go of what we dont get as something that was simply not destined for us.
i can't argue with you, i know you're right. but sometimes--
now i cry my soul to sleep
i only wish someone-anyone-could know what i mean. not assume. know.
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