And after all this
Posted on: Thursday, June 26, 2008
Posted at: 12:20 AM
Maybe it's best you tell me what you want.

After all this, I don't think I can stand up strong like before.
How's it possible to survive this constant rain of blows?

Once bitten,
Twice shy.

Twice bitten,
Thrice shy.

Thrice bitten,
permanantly shy.

And then I came out of hiding only to get bitten again.
How fair is that.

If you want to say I over-react,
if you want to say it's really nothing big,
I can't say anything either then.

Just know that you didn't like it.

And if you think that perhaps somehow,
it's really my fault.
Then hear my sorries,
& feel my pain, the pain of being the wronged.

You know what I mean.