why do I put myself through this, why do I choose to trust people, why do I do the things I do? why do I allow to be bruised and hurt
Maybe if I was smarter, and I used my head. I wouldn’t have to cry and go to bed. Maybe if I wouldn’t have been so caring and just pour my heart out, everything would be fine. Maybe my life would be easier if I just listened. I’ve always been told to listen and I never wondered why it was so important, but now I know because my heart has fell further from the apple tree then I expected
Maybe it was his mistake or maybe it was mine but, it shouldn’t have been this way. I’m more hurt that I wasn’t told from the supplier, or maybe because I was told to keep my mouth shut and act fine.
It aches for me to see that I am supposed to act normal and wait for the apple to be picked, I want to be the apple you choose, is it that I am too bruised for you?
I see if you don’t want me, that’s fine but I am not going to let myself rot on the ground waiting to be picked by you.
