Poetry

Nothing Lasts- Bedroom

I ask myself every cliche teenage girl question everyone asks themselves at least once in their lives. Were you made for me? Not a moment of disappointment, a moment I wasn't pleased with your every move. You attraction spell you have me locked in, and you hid that key well. You hid it far away with all your feelings. Once in awhile I question, is this too good to be true. Well it's not, because it's really not that good. Yes of course, you, you have me completely. Do I have you, that's a question for another hour. I have no idea who I am to you, how much you mean the laughs you react, or how little or big I exist in your world. We always ask ourselves if we are enough for a person, the answer is. We will never be. No matter how much patience and care you have for an individual, nothing lasts. Not even patience can define the time you'll spend. I feel myself getting more intelligent, I feel myself losing the act that I'm intelligent. I'm becoming the person that I hoped I would be. You didn't need to butter me up for my attention, the way you challenge me without knowing it was enough. I'll give you one answer, I'm not in love with you. But I could be, I damn well know I could. Writing can be hard when your trying not to be cliche. Let's be real, that's all we are. Movies, books, plays, they're all cliches of us. Of you, of me. They're acting how we wished we don't act, yet we do it anyway. That's what I'm talking about about never being enough for someone. We can't be enough for ourselves, not as much as we hope to be. So we can't really expect someone else to be. Although, I expect a lot from you. The best part is , I get better. You didn't need to butter me up to get me to want you. You just had to be made for me.