sitting here in my field.
waiting,
watching,
the bugs crawl by.

they scream a harsh laugh my way,
out of my mind i laugh back,
at myself.

again.

because of how stupid i was to believe it all.
the love,
lies,
everything.
the joke,
no reason why you shouldve kept it going but to tell me in an adult manner,

not this.
this way.
this hurt,
is un-worthy.

it should be stronger,

so i dont fall for it again.

sitting here in my field.
with those flowers.
in that gorgeous manner.

proper,
inwhich you are not.

yet neither am i.

telling me all the things i did wrong,
will teach me,

it hurts.

but helps.

in some manner...again,

yet i still day dream
sitting here in this field.
thinking of everything...

you.
it.
her.

their jokes.
their lies as well as yours.

and my own pathetic needs/wants/beliefs/happenings.