2005-07-10
collect someplace
this stuff doesn't reflect what i'm feeling now or isn't inspired by my current life, but it's scraps of mine that i found and wanted to collect someplace.
you don't need a guy
to mess you up.
to smudge your makeup
and more,
your pallet of life and values-
smeared by his craving fingers.
yearning for
light layers of cotton fabric
being the only thing that separates us
you hurt. i hurt. the verb,
to hurt, yet the stateofbeing, to be hurt.
hurt.
waiting is dumb.
seeking is stupider.
get your head out of the sand, romance is a waste of time,
and will take its course.
blend procactivity and hopelessness
paradox sucks.
you have such
an optimistic and complimenting
portrait within your mind,
and the real thing
does not look
as good.
smile is a wicked word.
random, deep, conversational
breathe to yourself
arms were not made
for holding.
leesah-likes at 8:41 p.m.