You really do not know me.
Are you even interested?
Do you even have any need
To know who I really am?
Loneliness is not only being alone.
Loneliness is going outside to look
At the different shades of orange in the skies as it ripples on the water, making a reflection
Of the moment in time when I had to
Look at it..... alone....
while you chose to watch reruns
while you chose to watch reruns
Of Good Times, and Three's Company
Instead of appreciating life.
You instead
You instead
Made it a point to once again, call me…….. weird.
I NEED to tell you that my “whatever’s”
Are slowly turning into “fuck you’s”
MY conversation that I need from you
Is changing direction.
And my pen is running out of ink.
I am not trying to tell you what to do
BUT……
IJS…………..
“xpressurself”