March 20, 2003 - 10:45 pm
No, no, no
You don't know me.
You only know what you've been through before.
That's how a simple question turns into an hour or more,
Of utter confusion and idiotic presumption.
You look at me and see an insecure girl.
Uh-uh. You don't see me at all.
I am beautiful, I am wonderful,
I am a kiss of flame to be recognized, respected, and treasured.
I know it; can't help it if you don't.
You take a simple question as an attack on your integrity -
I take your outlash as an attack on my sincerity.
You're so amazing in so many ways, but then you leave my heart in my throat and my head in a daze.
I don't like the version of me you've painted in your mind - get a new canvas or press rewind...
You've been so unkind...
No, no, no: You don't know me at all.
And the version of yourself that your friends get to see - it's vastly different from what you've shown me - but it's what I used to see... Why do I get to be the one you treat so vilely?
Have you always just needed a dart board to stab at?
Did I come along at the right moment to fill-in for that?
Well, maybe here's another right moment for me: the moment to walk away with some dignity...
I could've loved you but every time I was on the verge, you marred the idea and made my heart submerge.
Oh well, guess my heart won't so easily give up on you... just be nice, damn it.
