The little things that she said

Sitting there, dreaming of yesterday, tomorrow and what may become of your life, one can only wonder upon the highs and lows that come and go. Music pumps it way into your psyche, the phrase "the little things that she said" pounding away over and over again as you stare blankly forward trying not to understand but hoping you will, that one day you might come to realize that what she said might not be what you wanted her to say. She came by and repeated them often, you tried to listen, you tried your best to learn and grow but you always gave in to temptation, you were weak and she knew your weakness could be coddled. Her love for you came from a place you knew and understood but never wanted. You blamed her for your mistakes, she was your conscience and you hated her for it. This was never how it was supposed to be, you made your bed, she should be happy now. But as it stood that was not it, she wanted more from you, she wanted you to grow up, to become a man, to be better and not settle for what she once did. However, her mistakes would end up becoming your downfall, her love gave you strength, a strength you would never use. You would end up killing her to death with your selfishness, you blame yourself for this tragedy, hers is now yours. When you die will you understand? Will you care? Will you awaken to life and realize that what you did will never be forgotten?, that one day this will all be written down, one day you will be made to pay for your transgressions. One day you will die and she will be there.