1 Year of Happiness, 1 Year of Lost Hope.

My feet are planted on this shaky ground,
and my mind is roaming over useless thoughts.
I always believed you'd be the one to save me -
[I guess that I was wrong.]

The images splayed across the television screen are filled with undeniable sympathy, and the phone is just begging to be called. And every time I lay my head down to sleep, I keep envisioning your face. Such a graceful and poisonous face that still brings me to my knees, but that's nothing new; you've always done this to me.

I've got my cell phone in my back pocket and the volume is turned all the way up, just in case you decide to change your mind, change your mind about [us]. But as time passes, I lose that fragile hope. I lose hope in all that we used to be and what we could have been. And I lose hope that I'll hear old familiar ring tone coming from my phone once again.

I'm currently 100 miles away from you, and my wandering mind just can't seem to rest. It's like a realization of some sorts, cause I never knew that I'd miss you this much. Not in a million years. And I keep thinking that maybe you miss me, but I don't have the backbone to be that conceited. Especially not when it's dealing with [you].

[1 year of happiness, 1 year of lost hope.]
So what's got me holding onto you?
Help me out. Please.
Because baby, I honestly don't know.

May 27, 2008
(c) Stephanie Lynn