My existence is corroded
I played hard -- my hand's since folded
Memories fill my dreams
Turned nightmares now, everything no longer like it seems
I want to run, I want to hide
Can't escape, this beast's inside
You need just look through my eyes
That's where this demon lies
I dug my own grave
Through that masquerade
I got too close
I thought it harmed us both
But while I await my next curtain call
Looks like you've got it all
I need to let you go
Counter punch this nasty blow
You replaced me in a flash
It's left an ugly gash
I don't want to be mad at you
But the pain's too difficult to be rational through
You moved on, I know
I need to let you go
You never needed me
Just any girl and you were free
Too invested in us
Now left to wait for my bus
In the battle of shidduchim, I am a warrior. Every day is a fight for sanity, for clarity, and peace of mind. This is an uncensored account of my shidduch trials and tribulations –– the often emotional, sometimes poetic, confessions of a shidduch dater –– my colorful musings and reflections from behind the lines.
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