out there besides the ideals of right and wrong
there is a field. you will find me there. in the shades of grey
out here, where you want my feelings to not matter, because you’re hormonal, and that’s not fair, but I will not protest…because I won’t make the mistake of taking things personally. again
out where…. I had a dream about you the other night… and perhaps it was your final way of saying goodbye,
how fitting. I couldn’t care less anymore.
I bundle things that I shouldn’t bundle
every man’s problems are his own
and I can’t share them with you, because everyone else expects me to be strong.
and I am. for you and them and all of us. but I have to unlearn the the things that I’ve carried and stop thinking too much. being too pensive is not good for me, and I am just realizing that now.