The Miseducation of Tess Andrea

could you promise me something menial? could you just tell me that you’ll always be lazy, and that you’ll never expect much of me but to waste time trying to waste time? you knooow, i sorta take you for granted; you are one of the most lovely things on this planet and most lovely things are indeed taken for granted. i know you, and you won’t always be around how you are, but i don’t want to experience that yet. so then it’s settled? you’ll always be here like a lethargic daydream- or, at least in my mind :)

because he practiced.

“and we are so fragile, we are just breakable breakable breakable girls.”

but no more. i’m so tired of being sad, and stressed, and emotionally torn. itrieditrieditrieeeeeed, i really tried for what was hardest for me, but the so called ” best thing to do.” you can never say i didn’t try.

sadly it’s all fini, for good. it will never be a different way because things will never be different. i never even got to kiss this all goodbye, it was brief, cold, and of my own accord. so maybe i sleep at night, but it doesn’t mean i live. it’s always one foot on the ground, no chance to be even picked up for a minute because that is how it must be. i’ve got no more room for wounds, i just don’t.

 i  know you have no interest in my state of being or your character flaws, i just thought i’d let you know.

nevertheless, we’ll all float on okay.

you are where you are, nothing more. stuck in the present, hoping for the future, thinking about the past. i always wish it could end, and the next thing could start. but then someone told me that I am where I am. so yes, i have a bright future, and a dim past, but i also have the much neglected present. 

I twist a curl of angel hair pasta that sprouts from my scalp around my pointer finger and I’m sad to leave a town that made me think so little about my own. and i’m sad to leave a girl who made me realize there i have a present, all i have to do is unwrap it.

You get your money, I’ll get my friends. Our livin’s forgivin in the end. You’ve got your troubles; I’ve got mine, but on a clear day I can read you mind. Ooooh, it’s like a battlefield inside.

You’ve got to give a little love, give a little love, give a lil’ love to get a litttle love.

I know you better than you want me to. I’m inside your pockets and walkin’ in your shoes. Ooooh, it can get better if you tryyyy.

I keep you close, in my wildest dreams, my rearview mirror, and you’re wavin’ to me. Our lives go byyyy…

I hope you give a little love to get a little love.