Saturday, October 24, 2009

I Thought You Were My Boyfriend.

"I know you don't love me, You know I don't care.
Keep it hidden better, Did I say the world was fair?"


It revolves around the sun, the earth. Everyone in the world got the memo. I do not want to be with you. I am not obsessed with you. I can breathe without you. A friendship earned. Caught in petty traffic. Let it get the best of us, eh? It doesn't matter how others feel. Emotionally. Physically. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar. What? You're not into catching flies? Well you won't get far.

I am not made of a thousand lies. Yours and mine combined won't add up. I am made of nothing but honesty. You've worn those glasses too long. Your perception is off. That wall is not real. Symbolic none the less. It is your safety net. So is a blankie or a pacifier. Are you a child? No, you're not. I know this. Tendencies. I don't 'need' anything more than companionship.

Companionship: com·pan·ion·ship. Function: noun. "the fellowship existing among companions"

By definition it seems like you can't exceed the most simple requests. I know how to run my life. To an extent. I will not ride nor grab a bull by the horns because you say. And as for your treacherous waters and beast, they can take a vacation because no one will be attempting to cross for a long time.

At this rate you might as well make it a permanent vacation.

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