Hiding Behind Blue…

Hiding behind my baby blues for years I have learned many things. Things I wish I could relearn, or never learn; either way they are forever engraved in my memory. I have been through so much, but yet so little.  So little that I’m labeled as naive, but so much that I’m labeled as a master of my time.

Only explaining that I still have a life time ahead of me. And that single sentence scares me more than anyone will ever realize.

I’m the type of person that will hid from something as long as possible, I’m noncomfrontational. My parents tell me I get it from them, but neither of them seem to have problems with anything, they are my parents. I think I get it from fear; fear of being hurt again.

That Night…

That night I told I was there for you, I told you I would hold your hand through the tough times; and you gave me a dial tone. You showed me what I really meant to you. Nothing more than a sound on the other end of the call.

You tell me there is hope in the future. You tell me everything will be better when the sun finally raises once more. Best friend. You hold my hand everytime; everytime he breaks another piece of my glued heart. You were there. Thank you.

He thinks nothing is wrong. He only thinks of himself. He knows he did wrong, but still smiles in the halls. Everything back to normal? Why tell me sorry when you are just setting me up for another waste of a perfectly good bandaid. That I have found does nothing for broken dreams and spent tears.

She crys. Hoping for someone to listen. Hoping for a break in the endless chain. The chain that has held her down, the chain that has stopped her from that dreamed of step forward. She can’t break free. In search of the key. In search of……..

                                 You’re the one that judges……You tell me!