I'll think of you when it snows.
For a few years at least,
Who knows.
Maybe longer.
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 1:55 PM UTC
I want to be soft.
I am hard,
Rough,
Cold.
I am guarded,
Behind a solid brick wall,
Built by a need for independence.
"I only need me"
An unconvincing mantra.
Needs are not wants.
I want
To wake up on a Sunday,
And stay in warm arms until noon,
Wrapped tightly around my bare skin,
Because it's no longer rough.
I want to be soft.
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 12:53 AM UTC
You see what you want to see,
Through eyes clouded with disdain,
Resentment, jealousy, and fear.
Ignorant of your own flaws,
A perfect embodiment of narcissism.
You've taken to projecting fallacies on me,
Painting yourself as the victim of a tragedy you created.
You see what you want to see,
And you don't want to see me.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC