Sunday, 30 November 2008
02:33:45 PM (GMT)
I have a shield in some words.
I guess you could call it an umbrella of some kind.
These umbrellas, you see, cover me -protect me- from the rain your pour.
The tears that seem to flow aimlessly from your beautiful brown eyes, crash all
The tears that I have to watch fall, drown me in so many sorrowful ways.
When you cry, I can't see. I grow blind without that sparkle of light your eyes seem
When you sob, I can't breathe. I try to hold my breath as long as possible as if
waiting to see you smile.
When you frown, my whole world shatters and I can't find even the slightest string to
hold myself up.
Because when you cry, love, I cry.
When you feel the world hates you, I hate myself for not loving you enough.
When you want to kill yourself, I want to kill myself for making you feel alone.
When you want to run away, I want to run to you and hold you back, hug you with
everything I can possibly have.
Sometimes you don't think I love you as much as I do.
Sometimes you think you're just another person to me.
Sometimes you cry because of me.
Because sometimes I slip up.
Sometimes I'm not as perfect as I should be for you.
I'll never be as perfect as you diverse.
But I'll try. Until death I'll try to be what you need, what you want, what you
It's true, sometimes I feel like just letting go.
Just letting you cry to yourself.
And then when I hear you sob to yourself, tears build up in my own eyes.
That's when I realize that I can't help but feel what you feel.
I can't help but cry when you cry.
I can't help but love you.
And it's also true that sometimes I just want to push you into ongoing traffic
because I'm so mad.
But then I realize I'd probably kill myself trying to save you.
You see, love, you mean more to me than you will ever know. Hell, maybe more than I'm
willing to confess.
Because I'll be damned if I'm caught acting all mushy in public.
But even when I'm refusing your hugs and laughing at you cuteness, the truth is I
want to love you like I do inside.
I want to love you like no one is watching, I want to love you as if I weren't this
hard shell that refuses to be cracked for others.
Because I know that's what you diverse.
So, how would people describe us?
Y'know what? It doesn't fucking matter how they describe us.
Because no matter what they think, we're best friends. No! We're sisters.
I love you, Bidgette.
For now and for ever.
Last edited: 30 November 2008