Pyro
Bluelighter
... and after a few years I finally picked up my belongings and starting walking home. I left her. I said I would wait, but now I'm leaving. I feel like she has forgotten about me. I hope she fell deeply in love with someone who will cherish her. No doubt, in my mind, she has.
So many nights I dreamnt about her. So many poems later. A few tears, but mostly just layers of thought. It was hard to come to the reality that she does not want me. She did... but now she's a different person, with different desires. All paths don't run parallel, anyways.
So now I'm caught here, wondering, visualizing and thinking. I am tired of depression and angst. I have freed myself from that, for the most part. We aren't destined to be forever 'comfortably numb,' anyways.
I think about many things. I am not the perfect man. I can only be whoever I am. Love it or leave it. I can't be with every beautiful body I see walking about. My wants are secondary recently. What does she want? What does she need from me? I'm not going to bend or change, but I will be as best I can. Still, I can't expect them all to value me, anyways.
I want a girl who's not a bitch. Bitches are just like their male counter parts. Bitches are generally confused, angry people. They don't understand what they see, so they put it down beneath them. They try to elevate themselves up above it all. You don't have to be a snob to be a bitch though. Not all snobs are bitchs. The constant negative slant that the bitch brings to the environment is the opposite direction that I'm walking. I'll go out on a limb and say that I've already seen all the different bitchy perspectives... I'm tired of all that, anyway.
So that's one large chunck of people I isolate myself from (for the most part).
I see it frequently now, going to a university. The type of girl who I would do everything for (besides break). I'm not claiming to be able to save her soul. I'm not claiming to be able to solve all her deep rooted problems. I'm just claiming to be able to provide truth and companionship.
She and I will be companions. Inseperable.
... and then I woke up to realize how secondary all of this is compared to thousands of people losing their life in and instant, because of hate. How so much pain, is all around the world, because of pure hate.
Pyro
So many nights I dreamnt about her. So many poems later. A few tears, but mostly just layers of thought. It was hard to come to the reality that she does not want me. She did... but now she's a different person, with different desires. All paths don't run parallel, anyways.
So now I'm caught here, wondering, visualizing and thinking. I am tired of depression and angst. I have freed myself from that, for the most part. We aren't destined to be forever 'comfortably numb,' anyways.
I think about many things. I am not the perfect man. I can only be whoever I am. Love it or leave it. I can't be with every beautiful body I see walking about. My wants are secondary recently. What does she want? What does she need from me? I'm not going to bend or change, but I will be as best I can. Still, I can't expect them all to value me, anyways.
I want a girl who's not a bitch. Bitches are just like their male counter parts. Bitches are generally confused, angry people. They don't understand what they see, so they put it down beneath them. They try to elevate themselves up above it all. You don't have to be a snob to be a bitch though. Not all snobs are bitchs. The constant negative slant that the bitch brings to the environment is the opposite direction that I'm walking. I'll go out on a limb and say that I've already seen all the different bitchy perspectives... I'm tired of all that, anyway.
So that's one large chunck of people I isolate myself from (for the most part).
I see it frequently now, going to a university. The type of girl who I would do everything for (besides break). I'm not claiming to be able to save her soul. I'm not claiming to be able to solve all her deep rooted problems. I'm just claiming to be able to provide truth and companionship.
She and I will be companions. Inseperable.
... and then I woke up to realize how secondary all of this is compared to thousands of people losing their life in and instant, because of hate. How so much pain, is all around the world, because of pure hate.
Pyro
