Maybe I need to remember that my nature is to set fires just to watch things burn, just because I can. Maybe that will help me pull back. Probably not. It's not easy to own that gut feeling when you feel someone no longer wants or needs you. When you've put everything into something and are at the immovable moment when your feels are off the charts and they don't know where the chart is. That's when you know it's over.
When they don't long to hear your voice, or crave to see your face, and feel your warmth, just own the no.
Lessons are there for us and keep smacking us upside the head, until we learn them. I love to make the same ones 8,123,432,974 times before I learn anything and grow from it. So if I whine about something, just know I'm the asshole cause, probably. Stubbornness and obstinacy are close personal friends. So for as much as I say never again, I'm a love junky and a hopeful romantic, so I continue to throw myself into the fires I like to set. Yes, I have a touch of pyromania, I am the fire and I'm also the rain. I want to burn. Oh yes, for the things I love and want, I will burn.
Try not to make sense of me, I'm not claiming to be anything special, but I'm promise I'm not like anybody else you know. I'm just letting you know I wont do what's expected, sometimes out of rebellion for no one but myself and sometimes I just don't want to. If you think you've figured me out and try to get in my head, I'll fuck you up right and wrong. Because I can. I go where my heart pulls me, rarely listening to the rants in my mind. It pulls into too many different directions at once, or maybe that's where I go. Sometimes somewhere between the two, and across both and on the outside looking in.
"We think caged birds sing, when indeed they cry." John Webster
"A song of the heart can never be caged."
and how lovely she is, flaunting her colors, daring her captors to cage her, ready to fly on a whim, even on broken wing
When they don't long to hear your voice, or crave to see your face, and feel your warmth, just own the no.
Lessons are there for us and keep smacking us upside the head, until we learn them. I love to make the same ones 8,123,432,974 times before I learn anything and grow from it. So if I whine about something, just know I'm the asshole cause, probably. Stubbornness and obstinacy are close personal friends. So for as much as I say never again, I'm a love junky and a hopeful romantic, so I continue to throw myself into the fires I like to set. Yes, I have a touch of pyromania, I am the fire and I'm also the rain. I want to burn. Oh yes, for the things I love and want, I will burn.
Try not to make sense of me, I'm not claiming to be anything special, but I'm promise I'm not like anybody else you know. I'm just letting you know I wont do what's expected, sometimes out of rebellion for no one but myself and sometimes I just don't want to. If you think you've figured me out and try to get in my head, I'll fuck you up right and wrong. Because I can. I go where my heart pulls me, rarely listening to the rants in my mind. It pulls into too many different directions at once, or maybe that's where I go. Sometimes somewhere between the two, and across both and on the outside looking in.
"We think caged birds sing, when indeed they cry." John Webster
"A song of the heart can never be caged."
and how lovely she is, flaunting her colors, daring her captors to cage her, ready to fly on a whim, even on broken wing
