This Shakespere Kind Of Tragedy.

I don't know what to do.
I'm just not good at getting over you.
I sit and stare.
and wonder if you'd ever even care.
I cry and wait.
and start to shake.
Just because I can't just leave you now.

I hate this part.
Of our side show life.
It's messed up.
and I can't stand to fight.
Please don't end this here.
On this note.

It's not on cue.
It's a horror;
not a romance.
In the end it's a tragedy anyways.
Shakespeare could have written out; our lives.

I wish I would have paid more attention.
So I could see the way we would have became.
I should have avoided this all.
and ingored your talk.
and I just would have been better off.