No weakness but enough to be pretty.
We know when you are willing to risk it all on one or all for none,
None but yourself that is.
Perhaps the reason we made ourselves available was because deep down somewhere we need the attention that last for an hour or so and then it vanishes.
Leaving you to wonder if love was ever real...
If love forbid be real.
But im a soul i have not a care only to be as sweet for the moment and then i zip around and bite you.
It was an assumed sexual alliance formed by myself,
For myself,
About myself.
Because i know ill never be alone not really i couldnt allow it.
But if the guys could make me happy then i wouldn't fight against their current.
Perhaps it was why i had changed appearances so sudden.
Wanting to look my age even if age is a sub conscious number i was willing to open the gate for once.
To be their goddess and have aome shred of life after death.
To be a predator.
Because id never believed in love and people had expected me to have a heart it was only their when i needed ir to be.
It will vanish when the deprivation of your touch does.
It will return when you do and forver more.
YOU ARE READING
Indigo
PoesíaLooking through the eyes of a people you learn that there are two options: Your either plastic or dead. Being an empath isnt easy but you learn that the way you see things is much more then just black and white and growing up sideways i learned that.
