Posted in original, Relationship

The Idea

And on he went by telling me that he has fallen for me

I ask him why, what made him look my way

He says the mystery of me is a curious thing for him

So I say,

“You are not in love with me.

You are in love with the idea of me.

Of the what could be, what will be, what you and I could do,

Or would do. Of the idea that I could be it, the one, the lifetime.

You are in love with the future that has yet to unfold, which most girls might like

However,

That is not what I see.

I see the now, the boy who has no idea of what he truly wants.

The boy aimlessly moving along and bringing along whatever he is attracted to.

I see a boy lost in the fairytales hoping the princess would come and save him from loneliness.

That is not what I want.

I want a man who can stand on his own

Who agrees to disagree with me

Whose idea is like and unlike my own and respects it

A man who battles with me, for me, and will stand by me

A man who has sense and intelligence and emotion.

You may not see the difference”, I said to him.

“Because you are a boy who still has yet to grasp the idea of what it is to be a man.”

Posted in original, self / self esteem

Thoughts Of A Someone

She dyed her hair black to be amongst many

She kept her mouth shut so no one would see

She kept her head still so no one could hear

She wanted to fit in.
She asks herself why people have to be so self centered

Why people care too much of how they look

Couldn’t they just look into what really matters,

Like the heart and the soul?
Why do we get caught up with ourselves?

Why is it so hard to be just herself?

Why did she have to change?
So she tries to fit in amongst the sea of everyone

Where she once was a someone

She’ll ultimately become a no one.

Posted in original, writing

Drawing With Words

I write for I know not how to draw

I describe for I was unable to take a snapshot of what I saw.

My fingers do the dance at every line

Since I have two left feet, though they work just fine.

The things I imagine, I share with words

Thousands upon millions come in hoards.

 

I do this for this is what I do

To draw an image, without really doing so