Jul 05, 2010 21:16
Sometimes I just wish you could stop time and reinsert yourself somewhere across the world.
One minute you're there. The next minute you're not.
The person you were laying with in bed rolls over to grab you and wonders if you were ever there at all.
It's a responsibility to be with someone like you.
Someone who makes you feel like you matter in the world.
And it's nice, don't get me wrong, but
I don't need you to make me feel like I matter.
I exist
and I am matter
and I do matter, I know this without you.
You make me feel like you wouldn't matter without making me feel like I matter.
I don't like it,
this emotional responsibility you've rested on my face
But my face will soon be gone
my insert adjective face will soon be gone and you really will wonder if I was ever there at all.
Ask the others. They'll tell you, if I haven't labeled it I never will
but ooooooh, honey
Even if I do, don't you know I buy the removable kind?
I'm sorry. I will try not to hurt you
but ooooooh, honey
You sure are argumentative.