fatal interpretation
i never thought i'd be explaining
something so simple and small
to someone that i thought would need no explanations
for anything at all.
i thought you knew the way i was;
i thought you knew what i would do-
but i guess, due to my fascination
i must have really misjudged you.
tell me why
you're suddenly "just another guy."
i guess that you can't understand
so much of what i say,
and it's killing me that we have to start over
every other day;
cause these misunderstandings and harsh reprimandings
weaken all our ties,
and i'm starting to wonder if we won't go under
in spite of all our tries.
this is the unfortunate creation
of your fatal interpretation.
i've had to do this one-too-many times,
and i know you feel it too.
we shouldn't have to work so hard
and we shouldn't have to prove
every single thing we say.
when did we lose our chemistry?
when did you walk away from trust,
and start to shake your head at me?
how did i
let you pass me by?
i guess that you can't understand
so much of what i say,
and it's killing me that we have to start over
every other day;
cause these misunderstanding and harsh reprimandings
weaken all our ties,
and i'm starting to wonder if we won't go under
in spite of all our tries.
this is the unfortunate creation
of your fatal interpretation.
something so simple and small
to someone that i thought would need no explanations
for anything at all.
i thought you knew the way i was;
i thought you knew what i would do-
but i guess, due to my fascination
i must have really misjudged you.
tell me why
you're suddenly "just another guy."
i guess that you can't understand
so much of what i say,
and it's killing me that we have to start over
every other day;
cause these misunderstandings and harsh reprimandings
weaken all our ties,
and i'm starting to wonder if we won't go under
in spite of all our tries.
this is the unfortunate creation
of your fatal interpretation.
i've had to do this one-too-many times,
and i know you feel it too.
we shouldn't have to work so hard
and we shouldn't have to prove
every single thing we say.
when did we lose our chemistry?
when did you walk away from trust,
and start to shake your head at me?
how did i
let you pass me by?
i guess that you can't understand
so much of what i say,
and it's killing me that we have to start over
every other day;
cause these misunderstanding and harsh reprimandings
weaken all our ties,
and i'm starting to wonder if we won't go under
in spite of all our tries.
this is the unfortunate creation
of your fatal interpretation.
2 Comments:
At 10:10 AM,
Miss*Melody said…
you are one pretty awesome writer of poetry my friend. I will miss you this weekend! (you can laugh at me when I return with a broken leg, a sunburnt face, and way sore muscles) Love ya!
At 7:20 PM,
Jess said…
Sarah,
sometimes in the game called life, we dont choose our paths. so it seems, they choose us. that feeling of deep, to the core pain feels like something we never would have choosen for ourselves. the things we said, the things we did, they all make up yesterday. we can't live in the past, for it is there that the pain resides. instead we run to today and see the Father there with his arms open wide. but to see him, we must run, and sometimes we will fall. the road isnt always easy, but the reward is not at all small. running, yelling, pushing, pulling, screaming to get there in time, crying, laughing, trying and trying, we learn that all we really needed was there all the time. then we realize that God uses these times, these circumstances to shape us to who we are, who he wants us to be, on the inside. nothing was done in vain, to make you who you are today. instead there is a purpose in it all, in the good times and the bad. in the Father's hands, there are no mistakes, but there are always lessons to be learned. may the love of the one who formed you, be more apparent today, then it ever could have been yesterday. may you be surrounded by those engulfing arms, and drowning in his love. may he be more real than he has ever been before.
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