Convalescence/For a Friend

Intense things are going on. And I don't know how to deal with it. I sort of want to cry but can't be bothered? I feel all knotted. This is hot off the press, kids, so when I re-read this at some later date, the following lines of rhymes will be heavily edited.


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They said things
I didn't want to believe about you
And usually, I'm naive
But I knew those things were true

They told me
That my rose-tinted goggles were bullshit
And usually, I believe the best
But now I see this for what it is

And I can't help but feel wasted
Like every effort and prayer was spent on nothing
And I question, every word and story
How much of it was just you bluffing?

How much of you is real?
When you said you loved me, did you mean that?
Because of every word I ever said to you
I would not take a single one back

I told you once that I wasn't doing this for time
I was doing it for love
And I wonder why you felt the need to lie to me
It's over my head, over and above

I don't know if I'm angry
Perhaps that will surface some other time
As it is, I'm replaying our every moment
Wondering what was real, and I'm stuck in this rewind

I can't define my emotions
They're all twisted inside
But I know my thoughts and choices
I know somehow that things will collide

I have felt sick all week
And I still do
Thinking about too much in doubt
Trying to know how to help you

I only feel cheated because
I would have taken all your pain
'Greater love hath no man'
But knowing now, it would have been in vain

People will be angry
Some of us will cry
You're going to be gossip's hot topic
Maybe you'll actually wish you were going to die

But please don't
Because although you said nothing you could prove
I sure that somehow, you're still the funny person I knew
And I really did mean it when I told you I loved you

You don't have to do anything
Be anything
See anything
Buy anything
Be anyone
My love is not conditional.

In a strange way
I'm actually a little bit hopeful
I'm looking forward to starting over
With no lies, no walls, no bull

It's happened before
And I'm pretty good at 'forgive and forget'
And I'd rather rebuild, restore, reclaim
Than move on, look back, and regret

I will be here
I will stand for you
I'm so upset, yes
But I'm looking forward to something solid, something true

You were hurting
And you hurt us
And while we're spinning in confusion, while we're convalescing
Let's re-learn this thing called trust.

NaNoWriMo

I am participating in National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo. It is a month of reckless writing abandon, in which the 'novelist' must produce a novel of 50, 000 words or more.
The website says it's about 'quantity, not quality' which is nice, and not nice. Nice to take off the pressure, but who is going to be spewing out a whole lot of literary crap next month? Oh, me.

I'm not sure yet what to write about. I do have lots of story ideas, but I like those ideas, and don't really wish to, er, bastardise them in NaNoWriMo. I may open up another blog and post the finished story there, or progress chapters or something. I may not. Just depends on how embarrassing the 'quantity' ends up being.

So while all those men are doing 'Movember' and trying to look all manly, I'm gonna be holed up in my room (like usual) trying to get out approximately 1666.6666666666666666666666666667 words a day. Which surely shouldn't be that hard but I know I'll put it off. A lot.

Note: Someone else should join in to! What ridiculous fun.

Catch ya on the flip side,
'Bellatree'
(That's my username XD)