How do I know if it's real?
I think about you
I fantasize about you
I spend most of my time trying to figure out how we fit together
But does that truly qualify as love?
I'm confused.
How can I know if what you're giving me is real love or fictional?
You were never one to go by the books
Yet you count every minute we're together,
like we're one of those post-junkie couples on Facebook,
who just have to share what we're doing every two seconds of each day.
Does that even qualify as love?
The media describe it as something that you just fall into
But I'm sure that I'm falling, tumbling and face-planting in the bad way
You're not a prince and this isn't a scenario where we're gonna live happily ever after. So why are we fooling ourselves and following the status quo?
Why does being with you confuse me so much?
**** I wish I had all the answers.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC
What the hell am I doing here?
What the hell am I STILL doing here?
It feels like a dream.
Walking
Talking
Laughing without a second thought
Socializing
None of it feels real.
What happens when reality feels like a dream?
What happens when you're just dying to wake up?
I don't know how to deal with this never-ending pit of monotony!
I want to wake up
I want to find the place I belong
I want to find the goals I hope to achieve
I want to stop living in a blanket of obliviousness and nothingness
I want to live...
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC
Lost in seas of I-don’t-know’s
Captive to the native cant’s
Hope rests ashore
Faith hands it a cold Red Stripe
Each wave of depression
Comes just like the last but with
More heat and tips the balance
Creating a whirlpool in which
The Monster can live….
He comes like an unseen wave,
accidentally swallowed
And stays like a tooth pick,
stuck in the stomach;
unwanted and fatal
So she tries to ***** him out of her system; tries to starve him out of her system; tries to… to….
She knows he’s back now
Be very quiet
So he’ll probably leave if he thinks no one is home
Wrong!
He turns the corner of the wall
She dives under the seas
He laughs at her
She knows why,
She’s been a fool
Can’t not see he’s already got her
Can’t not see he’s the full-stop in life
But she refuses to give in.
Because if he’s the full-stop in life,
Then The Great Him must be the exclamation point.
- Leigh-Ann B.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC