The Words That Makes You...And Breaks You: Poetry And Thoughts Bind Together
The optimist insists that we live in the best of worlds, the pessimist fears that he is right.
Monday, November 06, 2006
I want us to work
I want us to work. Do I want it more than you? I don’t know. All I know is I love you. That’s the only feeling I know is real. There is so much I want to get out there but I can’t say because it will only hurt you or make you feel bad/worse. You think you got me all figured out and that we are that different. Bottom line is, we are not. We just reasoning different around how we act on things when it happens. That’s where we are different, not the way we are. I believe the solution for this is love. But do you love me enough? I don’t understand how you want us to work out, if you don’t work on it. Because it will not. You told me you trusted your heart once when you told me you wanted to try one more time. After that, did you stop listening to it? I’m a hopeless case that is running around in circles not knowing what to do. My solution is so simple but you don’t agree. That’s what’s frustrating, its not that you don’t want to sort this out. Because you really do and so do I. But you are making it so fucking hard. How in gods loving name should we be making progress when you are swimming upstream all the time? How should we be able to be as one when you don’t trust what your heart tells you. Sometimes I just want to yell out, FUCK THIS! But I don’t because my heart won’t let me. I keep it inside. Only because I love you that much and I don’t want to ruin what we have. I say the same things all over and over again in my head like I’m stuck on repeat on the same track, a bad track I can’t get out of my head. You know the problem but you don’t fix it. Why don’t you? Call me a pusher if you like. But I won’t be here forever nor will you. You say you love me, if you do. Then I’m telling you, don’t make it so hard. If we don’t fix the problems we already have we will never be able to face the future together. But perhaps this is what you want? Or will It go away if I just give you the time. But then again, I want to be happy meanwhile. Will I be happy without you? I want to be happy. Right now I’m so far away from it. Sure my friends make me damn happy as well because they always listen and always care. But they don’t make me as happy as you make me. Even you can bring me so far down sometimes. The only thing I can think of now, to make things a bit better is to let you go. Because that’s how much I love you and I want you to be happy. Right now none of us are, all I do is make things worse. So I’ll give you the space and perhaps then you will figure out what you want. Enjoying love requires art, only when you are ready enough to be abele to receive it you also will trust it. Like I am and you are not. I want to make you happy and I know you want me to be happy as well. So please… let me in. The future is now, that future when we should be happy. Whatever comes after is the real challenge we both need to face together.
Name: Andreas Home: Skåne, Sweden About Me: Andreas Zetterqvist, 26 years old, hetrosexual. Three passions are present in my life: music, writing and my gf. Music represents the essence of my being, writing represent the expression of my soul, my gf keeps me sane. Laughter keeps my heart light and intact. Thinking keeps my juices flowing. Friends mean the world to me. But trust is something I give to selected few. No one has 100% of my trust. Very few have something close to it. I don't look like a supermodel.
And I'm fine with that now at this time of my life because
in my own way, I have a beauty that surpasses all these so-called beautiful people. And I'm not being cocky, just showing some much needed confidence. I have a major in network technology, but confined my future with sales. I'm a poet for a few years. I like to think I'm a lot of different things. But for sure I'm a good boy with class, who's a sweetheart and down to earth. But God bless you if you mess with me because I'm a force
to be reckoned with. I think birthdays and holidays are special and I think writing is the best way of therapy. I'm honest because I've spent too many years hiding. So if you want to get to know me better, just ask. Or read on. Visitors: See my complete profile
There are many races in life but in the end the only race is with yourself. Everyone's choice begins with a dream, because with dreams everything is possible.
