flirting with disaster
i dont miss you,
i just miss the feeling.
of lusting and being lusted for.
of wanting and being wanted.
desires can be dangerous.
& we shouldn’t flirt with disaster.
am i right?
…but, how about if i don’t want to be.
i dont miss you,
i just miss the feeling.
of lusting and being lusted for.
of wanting and being wanted.
desires can be dangerous.
& we shouldn’t flirt with disaster.
am i right?
…but, how about if i don’t want to be.
do you remember the days where our words would carry less weight?
we’d come on here to play.
play with words,
just to play with emotions.
the light heartedness of it all,
how did it turn so dark?
my heart is heavy
as i bite on my tongue,
so that the words don’t come out.
because words,
they can hurt.
when you read all my words,
i pray that you’ll still love me.
.but in retrospect, i know that you wont.
are we sharing scars or stories?
i can’t tell the difference.
what brought you back
was it your need for affection or attention ?
spare me the explanation
it comes with too much complication.
i know you.
i know you too well.
didn’t believe you then.
don’t believe you know.
what does that mean to you?
what does that mean to me?
i think you’re looking for it in the wrong place.
looking for it in the wrong places.
i don’t have the attention span
too much aggression won’t allow for my affection.
nothing’s changed.
i just write at higher stakes.
i hope you know you don’t have to worry about losing me while you find yourself.
for you, i’ll always be here. some where between understanding and appreciating what i can not.
so much solitude lives amongst the lines of misunderstood. i know when i look into your eyes.
that you’re scared to live your life amongst those lines, and i was too…
but infinite possibilities await on the other side..
behind the scenes of the art.
just look at my eyes… you & i…..
we both write about the same stars.