Do my emotions scare you to death?
Am I too much of a woman for your tastes or am I just right?
See I keep asking myself and being overwhelmed by the stupidity you so well possess to under estimate my value and to help me feel needed, not hated. Maybe you're just too conceited
Fighting myself for fighting you, fighting the us that I never knew could someday be but may never exist. But isn't that the joy in it, the whole point of loveless bliss?
Time spent isn't time wasted on people you'll soon hate but on the things in life to appreciate like a hug or a smile or a simple head nod.
Not a roll in the sheets I'll soon regret or spending time with a person you've never met not the fake smiles I'm wearing since you last saw this me, it's much more complicated than these emotions I let you see.
Yet bravely I woke up, every day worse than the last and I sheath myself in this fabricated cast - a shell of a person and I carry out my day, let things happen and passing my time away cause that's the point in it, passing the time. Not being lonely without spending a dime.
It's rather ironic come to think of it.
You're here cause you're lonely and I take advantage of your fabricated bliss.
YOU ARE READING
little thoughts
PoetrySweet whisperings. If only the world was round and the things we believed in right. If only the dark didn't melt away as madness becomes light, as sense becomes the past and knowledge becomes history. If only this life wasn't a huge fucked up myst...
