Turn OffAlright, Ashley, you did it. We did it.And by it, I mean we told him and failed miserably.Don't give me those sad eyes, you need to turn off. I tried to help you, but all we got was the realization of how stupid it was to put you in charge for awhile, and tears. So it's time for cold and clinical reality. People lose what and who they want everyday, and in far more terrible ways than you did. You need to realize that no matter how hard we push ourselves to be there and the best, its just not going to happen. He doesn't love us in the same way, so just turn off. I'm in charge around here. I awoke you way too soon because you clearly didn't mature enough to see past something as mundane as the past.It's over.Do you need him? No, you want him. There is a difference. Come to terms with yourself and realize that not everyone is going to reciprocate feelings. People don't do or say everything you want them to. But by picking up on how people interact with you and around other people, it
UncertaintyThe hearts, comprised of their mathematical symbols.- What do they mean exactly?Well that’s what I want to know! It clearly not math…- Oh excellent observation, Sherlock. Think up that yourself?Shut up… I don’t understand emotions too well.- Clearly, otherwise you’d be in a successful relationship.Hurtful…- But true!Are you just going to mock me this whole time?- Don’t do that, I suffer just as much as you do.I sometimes wonder…- Anyways… the hearts?Right, the hearts! Does he like me? I don’t want to push my luck by just assuming.- I
Impossible: An Original Monologue by SherlockSo here we are again. Funny how I say we, when I mean me. Unable to move on from this, from you. I look at you, that quirky expression, and those old world eyes. And I'm stuck here, thinking about how you make me feel. Happy. Something I haven't felt genuinely with anyone special in a long time. And I want to run towards that happiness and embrace it. Hold on, because I know its safe with you. But then I can't because I have my hand latched on to another. I feel like a kid in a store. He's not letting me go so easily, but there you are. Three feet away and I can't get to you. It's impossible. And lots of things are, but you're the level of impossible on Dance Dance Revolution. The impossible of flying off of my roof with an umbrella . Everything about you is so tempting, but it's all so unfeasible right now. So if it's so impossible, why can't I move on? Why can't I just force my legs to walk away, without another word? I wish I could retrace my path, just run back and save m
Calm Yourself, It's Just a KissWe'll just kiss and I'll be fine Frankly, I'd rather be chill at this time Not interested in other girls or guys But not interested in binding ties I have my life and I'll choose to live it Be that friend, and lover in private Not so serious, different pace But not a contact embrace Chill around to films and music Times so nice that it makes you sick But that kind of illness has its perks So bittersweet like a stale store clerk I'll ship off one day and I'll have had you And I'll look forward with no distorted view Society is not perfect or some latent love story
But...I can't sit here and watch you sufferBut I can't make you see me anymoreI'm sorry I made something about meBut I'm not sorry for disliking herI'll try and say everythingBut I know it will do nothingI don't want you to get hurtBut you already have beenYou don't deserve anything but happinessBut you've been denied by what you fear is your own doingI wish I could do somethingBut I can't And I'm sorry...