Monday, August 16, 2010

the things he doesnt know

i'm not trying to be poetic or anything, but i feel like it may kinda turn out that way, and i suck at poetry so this'll probably suck as well.. oh well i need to get my thoughts out of my head so i can sleep



The things he doesn't know can fill a book, a BIG book



he doesn't know about my past, he doesn't know about my thoughts, and things i do when he's away



he doesn't know about the monster inside of me, waiting, just waiting for him to mess up



he doesn't know the hate and the rage the moves through my brain



he doesn't know about the paranoia



he doesn't know i have one foot halfway out the door just waiting for this to fall apart



yet he doesn't know how much i will hurt when it does eventually end



he doesn't know about my issues



he doesn't know about my family



he doesn't know about my "friends" who i secretly liked or somewhat still like/really have a thing for...oops...



he doesn't know that sometimes i think i might hate him



he doesn't know about what i say



he doesn't know about the lies to friends



he doesn't know about the lies to myself



but most of all, he doesn't know that i keep all this and more secret just so he doesn't know too much about me...he thinks i want to be mysterious