o h d e a r
why are people so confusing?
wait- wait.. let me rephrase all of that.
why is life so confusing, and why are people trying to be so complicated instead of being as they are, normal?
in every day, every second, my mind thinks of the why's and how's- never the when's.
i say that people are trying to be complex, yet here i am, accepting my complications and confusions.
they don't care, they don't bother.
i'm tired of people, gabe.
even my family- even my friends- the only one left to be trusted is you. i know, how cliche can it sound.
but seriously, i'm wondering how life is without you around.
now that my parents are gone, in their own little confusing dimension, and my friends are trapped in the little spaces they have.
i'm sorry. i'm utterly sorry.
i'm selfish, i'm mean, complicated and horrible.
"avery.."
"what?"
"i have nothing to say.."
"then why'd you call me?"
"i'm just trying to let my mind work again."
"or are you just bored?"
"no, barely. i can't think properly, you see."
after these years, i've been comparing you to everyone else. the horrible and then you, the perfect.
you see my love, there are three types of people in this world- in my world at the least point of vision.
one, the confusing. they already are, without trying- without realising. they are one of the best species in my world.
two, the try-complexed. they know they are simple, and they want to be the number ones- confusing. you can heal this person, or leave them to die in the curious cat's hands alone.
the last, are the simple people. they know they're simple, and they want it that way. nothing else, they're thankful for their opened eyes. best people in the real world.
and gabe, let me tell you who you really are...
it might seem offending, but no- you're one of the best. you're confusing as you are, yet you love to be simple. you're different.
"well gabe, sorry to say- but both my heart and my mind isn't functioning properly too."
oh dear, i don't know what to say anymore.. and maybe i should stop, stop trying to be confusing to be with you.
Simply,
The number two girl.
YOU ARE READING
Oh dear
Poetry"maybe it was you and i, not we and us." in which she falls inlove, and she gets tricked by the illusions and thoughts of it. one sick delusional story, without true love.
