Your Type - By Paul B. Peddie

We seem so good together, we'd make a real good team, you keep me smiling, even when the world's coming down on me. Sometimes it gets so high, that I simply forget, then the reminders come harsh, it quickly pricks my heart, but then you make me smile, then it all starts again...

Tell me why I always fall for your type, I don't go looking, and yet I find. This time I told myself I'm just gonna live in the moment, soak up the enjoyment while it lasts, yet I get so engulfed in it all, slowly losing my resistance, falling deep in it all, wise enough to know I might hit rock bottom, yet loving it so much that I watch myself descend, unsure if I'm gonna get caught or fall until I break my own heart.

A modern day fairy tale, known for no happy endings, unsure of what's going through your mind, unsure of what's going through mine. You seem so real, you seem so true, but how could it be if I'm sleeping with you? I ask for reasons, yet none seems enough, but I tell myself it is, because I'm loving this so much.

You'll never know the trips my mind takes, no company, just a lonely trail. I know this is wrong, by what I've been taught, but it feels so right, by the feeling in my heart. How long can I keep up? How long before it tears me up? You might never be mine, he might get it right this time, if you're happy then that would be good, but I'm trying not to be left behind, understood?

How long do I sit in the shadows and watch you call his name, this feels all too familiar, Deja Vu again. Why do I always fall for your type? I don't go looking, but yet I find...

By Paul B. Peddie
May 21, 2015