Some people have personalities that are broken. When they show that, we either notice, don't or don't care.
I notice, but I'm too distant from particular ones to care. But I do question myself, why I associate with them, when they so openly display what they are willingly capable of.
Trivialities are relative... or, at least, I want to believe so.
The City of Dreaming Books
what a lovely young theme.
This book right beside me I refuse to redeem.
It speaks of books, yes, but more of their dreams.
How pleasant the thought of their pages would seem.
Flickering back and forth; Scripture that teems,
Teems with the ledgers and teams with the words,
Gleams with the beggars and seams with the cords.
String string strings, meticulous needles by the spine
of such a lovely dreaming, resting tome seam-ingly fine.
WHy would I EVER ruin who I am and BE a piece of shit to people, when there's an entire imaginary world out there doing it FOR me. I don't have to lift a finger to ACTUALLY do something horrible. Because I've already done it. So I get to be me, and someone else at the same time. I call that a win.
Don't have to reinvent the wheel where an old poem fits just fine.
~It's Okay~
Was it fun for you while it lasted?
For me, I savored every moment.
As we got to know each other,
I never thought your friendship lent.
Our memories we shared, and we laughed.
I was glad, of the few parts of you I thought I knew.
Our chats and jokes could now be scars.
If you're gone, Its okay. I only miss you.
You got to know me, and called me out.
You saw right through me, you calmed me down.
I smiled when I thought your name, even asleep.
I wish regret was only a shoe, a slipper, a suit or a gown.
Was it worth what it lasted?
I valued every moment we went through.
As we made each other tear up or smile.
If you've hurt me, its okay. I only miss you.
Could it all be repeated? if you had the chance?
we talked, through a chat, or a thought, a phone, or a song.
You were a smart ass and I was a pain.
Wondered, how could we through our friendship, anything gain.
We had our fun, tortured and a few put in fear.
Some would wonder where one was when the other was near.
When i needed someone, you were there, true.
If I am gone, its Okay. I only miss you.
You used me and I used you, ironic too true.
How many more words can rhyme with YOU?!?
Not to build Ego, but yeah.. you're THAT Cute.
If you're laughing, its Okay. I only miss you.
I broke your heart, and you still freaking cared
We played our games, like our hearts were not there.
Both of us swore our heart were but Cold.
But surprised, for the thawing we both were thought Bold.
I avoided you, and you felt the sting of my choice.
yes, I know how you smiled at the sound of my voice.
My mind in turmoil, i kept you aside.
You foolishly kept on, without ever losing your stride.
Yes I cared, I may even have loved you.
But our circumstances plain sucked, and this you knew.
So I kept you at distance, far from my hearts full view.
If I hurt you, Its Okay. I only Miss you.
O' dear friend how wish it were past
so then I could tell you I wish it would last.
My Friendship with you, did I have a clue?
That you would hurt me?
That I would hurt you?
That you would leave me?
That i would leave you?
That you would shelf me?
That i would shelf you?
If you think of me
If you've moved on...
If you miss me
If you hear that song...
A memory of few.
If you remember me, don't you worry.
Its Okay, I only Miss You.
So ends another short bout of happiness and peace. With her wide smile and waving fingertips.
COMMENTS
She'll be back. And she'll ring more clothes to stay longer.
Uhhhh.....?
LOL. :: sighs::
Hmm. I suppose so. Anything else, my dear?
COMMENTS
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Dakotah
17:44 Jun 29 2016
I ask myself that too a lot.
XbluesandX
22:19 Jun 30 2016
Sometimes we only like pieces and parts of people...not the whole person. And sometimes it's the broken pieces that are the most interesting.