something i wrote at work...my mind wanders you can tell where.
racing raindrops, exhilarated,
waiting for time to slow down
or speed up at the same time.
it's like childhood renewed and
being violated all the same.
it's the reason you say yes but
you really mean no.
it's the constancy of life, always
on the go. delusional thoughts
from underneith the bed, the
monster of eternity slamming
into my head. the painful realization
of back in the days when we were young,
coming back to haunt us for what
we've become.
damaging lies, there are no easy goodbyes.
unless they've been anticipated,
and played out, wishing what we said
was never delated, why connect this to that?
it's not even related.
how come every time you go there, i act all jaded?
i don't want you, i don't love you, i am simply
intrigued by you. and is that such a crime?
what's so bad about manipulation?
there's no wasted time.