#boywhocriedwolf
To the girls that won't take my compliment ,
You are like the villagers from the boy who cried wolf.
Like the repetitions of me calling them beautiful was a cry of lies they got tired of hearing.
So instead of me giving them compliments.
I would have a competition with them in a argument fighting for what I believed in.
Like every time you ask me "Do I look okay?"
Me being me ,I would hesitate to reply to you because I thought that would be a rhetorical question that you just asked me but you being you would misunderstand me thinking to myself that I was unsure of my answer.
I know this is werid but
I would put my hand over your mouth just so you can't tell me I'm wrong when I tell you that you are beautiful.
I would have to get the petition of the whole world to agree with me just to try convince you but instead I only tried to get you to sign it.
Me only wanting you to agree with my views just because I feel like you are the world to me.
You got the audacity to linger in my fondest memory.
How can you understand how I feel when only I get the privilege to see your lips go from a flat line to a smile supported with pillars of doubts that is solidified by my compliments of the appraisal of you.
Perfection is not what I call you, cause you don't believe in perfection but you're perfect to me and that should be all that you need from me.
Maybe everyday I will sneak in a small compliment to you just small enough for you to believe in me like a nod of approval of how you look today and slowly spray confidence onto your skin to wear just so one day perhaps I could use the word beautiful in front of you.
We all know the story in the boy who cried wolf.
The villagers were too blind to see the truth from the boy who cried wolf.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
you've heard the story
of the boy who cried wolf
i cried wolf once
it was desperate
and i didn't see a wolf
but i wanted to see
so badly
i thought i did
soon the wolf
disappeared
and i was left alone
with an ominous feeling,
like i had just witnessed
a death;
the realization
of what i was sure
never to feel again
now,
with the certainty
of everything in space
and time
and perhaps even causality
i can say
i feel it again
the mental
connectivity
the emotional
simplicity
the spiritual
synchronicity
i saw the wolf
or am i wrong?
do i misread you
like i misread her?
is this another hit-and-run?
i am cautious;
i have no trust
like the ocean
has no floor
or does it?
you see
it is not easy
to play
with those who's stitches
are fresh;
they are wary
but it is true
when they say
you never happen
to bump into your wound
until you know it's there
it's a good thing
i haven't cried
my third "wolf" yet
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC