And once again I realized that the unsavory flavor left on my tongue by reality, wasnt worth the bite. So I retreated back under my covers and cracked open a new book….
After being single for years this is how i flirt
I’m the worst at flirting, at first I’m all adorable, twirl my hair, wink a little… They come to talk to me and I’m all like “I saw you eating pumpernickle bread did you know that’s Barney’s favorite bread.”
What are the first 3 words you see?
Mine was Power - Intelligence - Success
What are yours?
Power. Honesy. Popularity.
I loved alone
It’s how you keep you’re head up and walk tall, don’t let your last define your future
Bahahahahaha…. Oh vodka
I was weak but made strong
I was scattered but now I’m focused
I was beaten but now I’m healed
I was emotional but made resilient
I was ugly but became beautiful
I was lost but now I’m found
You may do to me as you please, but I will always come out better in the end.
I’m afraid they hate the way I love.
My whole body, every touch, every laugh.
I know they don’t like it,
but it’s the reasoning I can not grasp
What make giving someone my all
To you seem so grotesque?
Why does it bother you that I want to care?
Is it because your love’s a wreck?
You crush ever ounce of my optimism.
Is that what turns you on?
To know now that I can’t even love myself.
Does that success make you strong?
I’m done running after your prospects,
telling you there’s love in you still.
I can’t try to bring the love out of you,
while it’s my love you try to kill.
You kiss me in the dark of night, when no ones there to comfort
You cuddle me and hold me tight, when the winter months take over
You wipe my tears as I lay in bed because no one else cares to listen
You make me cry myself to sleep, even against my better wisdom
I wouldn’t trade you for anything, because you’re what helps me through.
You make my life less miserable, books, without you, I don’t know what I’d do.
Have you ever opened your eyes
To see that your alone
Because all the people infront of you
Can’t see that you have grown
Their thoughts remain unaltered
Despite all your attempts
So you’re left to feel unwanted
Like a letter never sent
You were a passing good intention
Made to be sent off
Only to realize that you’ve been forgotten
Nothing more than a forethought
Oh but the content that you hold
Is worth more then they know
Because they only see the outside
Not the treasures you bestow
Forgive me, madam, for taking up so much of your time.
Didn’t you want them to kiss after he takes that little step forward