*Loneliness.
To think the number two was lonely
to think a couple felt empty, not meant you say.
not ready, unwilling to part, and relentless on loving eachother.
to think he and i, and i and him were everything we could be
but lonely. ironic? inevitable? what has succumb to this?
am i not ready? am i emotional? are we meant to be?
thoughts of doubt, thoughts of second-guessing.
Just thoughts nonetheless. I've taught myself to never cry
in the face of those you love. Never cry at all. But honestly
how can you not. I'm trying desperately to contain myself.
But i'm lost. i love affection. and i use writing to express my
feelings. but when day in and day out its the same
maniacal story about love, vulnerability and emotions
you tend to tire of the cyclical story. Cast a different way every
time but all in the same. i want to be a better woman, a better
girl, a better female, a better human being all for him.
but i wither at the thought of him saying things that unravels a
story within itself. when asked "what do you see on both sides
of me?", you'd quickly think contradictory assets. contradicting
but ever-so beautifully peiced together. the da vinci of his
own philosophy. the newton of every physists. the atom of chemistry.
but our chemistry--our meaningless chemistry means so much
to us---to everything we could ever be. you becomes he, and i becomes we.
stuck in my own axiomatic feelings. succumbed to all that could be.
is this love?, is this what ive been searching for? why does it hurt?
is this what classics have sung about? oh how moore is so misty blue.
baker feels it with her body & soul, I'm so raptured in her mystique.
her lyricess.[sp] if that is even a word. how can i explain what i'm feeling
how can this be any different than any other emotional rant. so enthralled
in who he is but lost within myself. and he feels the same way, what can i do?
i cant put up with myself sometimes, but there are so many things others find
admiring. WHY? who can i be that you find so enthralling. i'm so lonely.
so emotional. so lost. so---everything.
honestly, i need someone to teach me how to love. but i need to trust them enough to tell me
what to do. just like musiq.
to think a couple felt empty, not meant you say.
not ready, unwilling to part, and relentless on loving eachother.
to think he and i, and i and him were everything we could be
but lonely. ironic? inevitable? what has succumb to this?
am i not ready? am i emotional? are we meant to be?
thoughts of doubt, thoughts of second-guessing.
Just thoughts nonetheless. I've taught myself to never cry
in the face of those you love. Never cry at all. But honestly
how can you not. I'm trying desperately to contain myself.
But i'm lost. i love affection. and i use writing to express my
feelings. but when day in and day out its the same
maniacal story about love, vulnerability and emotions
you tend to tire of the cyclical story. Cast a different way every
time but all in the same. i want to be a better woman, a better
girl, a better female, a better human being all for him.
but i wither at the thought of him saying things that unravels a
story within itself. when asked "what do you see on both sides
of me?", you'd quickly think contradictory assets. contradicting
but ever-so beautifully peiced together. the da vinci of his
own philosophy. the newton of every physists. the atom of chemistry.
but our chemistry--our meaningless chemistry means so much
to us---to everything we could ever be. you becomes he, and i becomes we.
stuck in my own axiomatic feelings. succumbed to all that could be.
is this love?, is this what ive been searching for? why does it hurt?
is this what classics have sung about? oh how moore is so misty blue.
baker feels it with her body & soul, I'm so raptured in her mystique.
her lyricess.[sp] if that is even a word. how can i explain what i'm feeling
how can this be any different than any other emotional rant. so enthralled
in who he is but lost within myself. and he feels the same way, what can i do?
i cant put up with myself sometimes, but there are so many things others find
admiring. WHY? who can i be that you find so enthralling. i'm so lonely.
so emotional. so lost. so---everything.
honestly, i need someone to teach me how to love. but i need to trust them enough to tell me
what to do. just like musiq.