people bore me loneliness bores me
people drain me loneliness drains me people tire me loneliness tires me people misunderstand me loneliness means I misunderstand myself people ignore me loneliness is the epitome of being ignored
saturday night dates
turn to tv dinners you forget when the last time he surprised you with roses was you no longer wake up to make him breakfast before work he no longer calls you in the middle of the day unless, of course, it's to remind you to pick up his laundry dressing up is limited to social gatherings you're in your jammies when he gets home *** becomes routine it's no longer passionate, more like a tiresome duty your **** lingerie is pushed to the back of the closet & truthfully, he doesn't seem to care much you'd rather be on the phone than talking to each other you don't crave him the way you did he's no longer interested in the world inside your head "how was work?" "fine" "how are you?" "okay" he tells you he loves you but it doesn't mean much anymore honestly speaking, its all become a bore being with him just means more chores i guess that's the thing about love it wears out *the magic can only last so long
// like colors that fade away in the sunlight, they're nothing special like they used to be //
I can sit idly all day
And won't tire of it. I can wallow in my thoughts for hours And still won't get the doldrums, no, not one bit. So know this. The world might think you a bore But for me you won't be. I can (stay) deciphering you for months, for years Or even forever, And that will be enough of a fun for me.
I bore you,
And I bore into you. Leaving you with nothing to say; Leaving me clutching at straws.
Storms are beautiful Even though their fierceness Shades their inner beauty Astraphobia drives those Who fear To scramble for shelter Ignoring the way They shape the sky To decorate it From the common Sight of stars. "
[ advance apology for the crooked paragraphing ]
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