Sharp Briar
Why is it impossible to ever want the person who wants you? Is there always a required compromise? This year...o this year...I've had stalkers and student body presidents a plenty, I've got who(was)thats and what(did)wedo galore...notches on the bed post...I've got twenty. But who cares? No big deal. I want more.
That was a joke for the girls who think I'm a "heartless bitch" due to my disdain for disney. eat that ariel.
Really though, I cannot understand why we all chase each other instead of turning around to see who is on our tail (or after it?). The wrong former co-worker keeps calling as I continue to yearn for the other. I've got new years boy prancing around with forget-me-nots...as I text mr. faraway in futility. Maybe we all want superhero relationships, those that defy all the odds, the kind with super powers, the kind that make people awe because they are so far-fetchingly difficult to fathom. The harder one fights for the out of reach does not guarantee a greater victory, but usually just a more painful fall.
We can't believe that we are capable of persuading adoration. We can't believe that everyone stifles their true feelings. The normal, rational people that one OUGHT to desire are ones that won't be afraid of the proper feelings befitting the worthy, honest other individual.
But these are just words...so slippery when you try to abide by them.
I found mini treasures cleaning out my garage today. A 1910 edition of Shakespeare's "A Comedy of Errors" inscribed to my father. Schoolwork from my private school days that resembles genuine brainwashing attempts. An old survey where I changed "my favorite meal is" to my favorite mealS ARE" and then checked breakfast, lunch, and dinner. My diary from 7th grade.
And a naval telegram that my mother sent to my father accepting his marriage proposal that nearly moved my mom to tears.
That was a joke for the girls who think I'm a "heartless bitch" due to my disdain for disney. eat that ariel.
Really though, I cannot understand why we all chase each other instead of turning around to see who is on our tail (or after it?). The wrong former co-worker keeps calling as I continue to yearn for the other. I've got new years boy prancing around with forget-me-nots...as I text mr. faraway in futility. Maybe we all want superhero relationships, those that defy all the odds, the kind with super powers, the kind that make people awe because they are so far-fetchingly difficult to fathom. The harder one fights for the out of reach does not guarantee a greater victory, but usually just a more painful fall.
We can't believe that we are capable of persuading adoration. We can't believe that everyone stifles their true feelings. The normal, rational people that one OUGHT to desire are ones that won't be afraid of the proper feelings befitting the worthy, honest other individual.
But these are just words...so slippery when you try to abide by them.
I found mini treasures cleaning out my garage today. A 1910 edition of Shakespeare's "A Comedy of Errors" inscribed to my father. Schoolwork from my private school days that resembles genuine brainwashing attempts. An old survey where I changed "my favorite meal is" to my favorite mealS ARE" and then checked breakfast, lunch, and dinner. My diary from 7th grade.
And a naval telegram that my mother sent to my father accepting his marriage proposal that nearly moved my mom to tears.