Man I found you at the worst time
And the pain that comes out of this bittersweet realisation,
The nostalgia it gives rise to
Make me smile my cheeks out
I am so good at fooling myself that what I feel is not real
I am so good at manipulating my mind
I am brilliant at it
One day I am a charming person and the next I'm a sociopath who you went and fell in love with
I confuse myself to the point of insanity and you call me crazy
Then you found your way out of my labyrinth of a mind
You described me as a jazz song that could take a paradigm shift to depressive riff of rock music
I don't talk to you like I talk to you the previous day
I feel disconnected so easily
And I am happy for this grand gift
I seem to like the solitude that has come out of the isolation that I have inflicted upon myself over the years
I could be the one dancing and crying and laughing at the same time to Miles Cyrus's Goodbye
I had an imaginary lover, of sorts
I used to talk to him when I felt empty or when I was active in the imagination zone
I think about my home when I think of rain
But I never thought you home
You see, home is anywhere I feel complete yet nostalgic
You get me nostalgic but never have I felt you or anyone could ever complete me
I'm me and I'm myself and "I am"and feel whole by myself
I know myself like I know no other
And I am unexpuragated in my mind and my mind is my home
I am unconditionally and unapologetically in love with myself
I have all my thoughts spun and dream of things to accomplish in there, they stay undiscovered
I am a narcissist,
I want to drown myself in endless time of self exploration and discovery more of myself from within the depths that make me
I want to keep writing things about all that I know for as long as I could
I want to get lost into this brief blip called life and never be disturbed by anyone
My emotions and feelings make me and I let them take over me and my time
I am selfish, but
I put myself first only sometimes which might seem like all the time to everyone who knows me
That's just how I feel I am
And then I realise everyone else is so too
Love is selfish
Man, love is the most selfish thing
And we are made of love
Hence our selfishness
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My Poetry is You
PoetryThis is a collection of free-verse poems that I am currently writing on the people I have met and have yet to meet in life and about the humane feelings and psychology. This miscellany of writing will slowly cover almost all aspects of life that I...
