Do you notice how much we seem
To always be just a little off?
The way we can't speak to each other
Instead we talk at each other
No direct conversation, no relation
Just a relationship.
Nothing we do is together
The body language speaks for itself..
The slightest decision in action
Causes a certain reaction
To happen
And that is the main point.
There's no 2 in together
Just me and you as one another
Traveling this road at the same time
I can't handle the slow conversations
That start and end nowhere.
The idle silence of boredom
Whenever I began to speak my mind
My dreams, my goals, my me
Not your you
Me.
Why can't you see me for me?
You see what you want to be seen with
An older female to prove yourself
Rather than see me as your friend
We have nothing in common
Besides the occasional spark
That lasts the lifespan of semen
And the action it takes to receive it
And you don't know much about neither.
Why should I even bother
When you will never know me
You will never see me for what it is I believe
That I can be and achieve: there is no support
Nothing. Nothing. Not a thing
I could say to you cause you would never hear it
With only a full head of sex scenes and possibilities
Of course, with or without me.
So it really doesn't matter in the meantime
Hopefully from this I've grown
In-sighted and in touch with myself to situate
My choices upon to meditate
Myself down from this place
That I feel I really do hate(dislike)
You so much right now.
My apologies, player.