Story of My Life
About a breakup. The dark irony I realized after was humbling, and actually somewhat funny (to me). Yet, for some reason, even looking back on it all, I still would a picked tails.

I wanted to change it around.
So my thoughts I was compacting.
That's when I heard the sound.
I answered with the intent to end my doubt.
You called with the intent to end it all.
Now just what is that all about?
I guess I should've known I'd take a fall.
What a shock to receive with the intent to amend.
Then my whole world turned on a dime.
I should be used to this God awful trend.
I think I learned my lesson this time.
I didn't want to break up.
And I'm mad, it ended this way.
I wanted to wait for school,
But I lost that chance today.
I drove to work in the pouring rain.
Unsure what I should do with my pain.
I scowled at work for about an hour.
After that the feeling was devoured.
I laughed aloud and smiled widely.
Times like this for me were rife.
I shook my head at the ground mildly.
I guess that's the story of my life.
I hoped to figure out what I wanted.
I intended to move past my thoughts.
Instead I found out what you wanted,
Which left my intent all for naught.
Not only that it was because of my doubt.
You ended it on what I was trying to fix.
The dark irony is a little too much.
All I can say is "Ain't that a bitch?"
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