overdue
"maybe i'm fine with that."
what else is there to say in accordance to indifference? if only you had given me anything else; anything that would have yielded easily in my hands, i would have taken it gratefully, thankfully even, and kneaded faithfully 'til the hurt went away. it's the only thing i know how to do; the one thing i can't possibly flounder in. inscrutable glances - how do i work with that? my concern diverted and thrown to the side. the impersonal touch of trifling. the feeling of being your last resort. the feeling of being only the tenth person to hear what it is you have to say.
the pursuit of something in itself is blissfully uncomplicated, because your path has been lighted. all that needs to be done is to meander past and you're certain to find your way. if you're long resigned to your circumstances, you'll never be able to leap to your feet to give it another fighting chance. why should you bother when you don't even know what it is you want? you can only bow your head down and pray no one will notice your slow, practised slink into a darker, safer place: because surely, surely it'll show, try as you might to keep your voice from faltering and your face from crumpling.
what else is there to say in accordance to indifference? if only you had given me anything else; anything that would have yielded easily in my hands, i would have taken it gratefully, thankfully even, and kneaded faithfully 'til the hurt went away. it's the only thing i know how to do; the one thing i can't possibly flounder in. inscrutable glances - how do i work with that? my concern diverted and thrown to the side. the impersonal touch of trifling. the feeling of being your last resort. the feeling of being only the tenth person to hear what it is you have to say.
the pursuit of something in itself is blissfully uncomplicated, because your path has been lighted. all that needs to be done is to meander past and you're certain to find your way. if you're long resigned to your circumstances, you'll never be able to leap to your feet to give it another fighting chance. why should you bother when you don't even know what it is you want? you can only bow your head down and pray no one will notice your slow, practised slink into a darker, safer place: because surely, surely it'll show, try as you might to keep your voice from faltering and your face from crumpling.