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I’ve read about you again…all the heartaches that you put yourself through for that girl. Just what it is that you see in her that you could never see in me? Beauty? Is that all that matters to you? Is this all that will make you change your mind?
I’m not going to call you shallow, for physical appearances is part of my weakness, too. It is not just once or twice that I was fooled by the physicality of a certain person and discovered later on, that that person was merely a worm in disguise.
But enough of this…I have made my reasons clear in my earlier entries. This blog…who would’ve ever thought that I would become a part of this craze…is made so you, after subtle insinuations and, maybe, in the near future, revealations, would realize what kind of insanity I have put myself into just for the love of you.
I am still single a NBSB card-holder and member…up to now, even after all these years, after you and I have gone our separate ways, because, insanely, I believe that there is still a chance that you will finally see me. Because I believe that there is still a chance that you will love me.
This is crazy…I’m too empty right now to begin my crazy-sweet nothings and hopeless romantic passages. I’m too lovelorn ("Oh, kind, sir, how lovelorn art thou?") to pick up myself and go all poetic again.
See you next time!!!
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How do you cool your lips
after a summer’s kiss
how do you rid the sweat
after the body bliss
How do you turn your eyes
from the romantic glare
how do you block the sound
of a voice you’d know anywhere
Oh, I really should have known
by the time you drove me home
by the vagueness in your eyes
casual good-byes
by the chill in your embrace
the expression on your face
that told me
you might have some advice to give
on how to be
insensitive
How do you numb your skin
after the warmest touch
how do you slow your blood
after the body rush
how do you free your soul
after you’ve found a friend
how do you teach your heart
it’s a crime to fall in love again
Oh, you probably won’t remember me
it’s probably ancient history
I’m one of the chosen few
who went ahead and fell for you
I’m out of vogue, I’m out of touch
I fell too fast, I feel too much
I thought that you might have
some advice to give on how to be
insensitive