And just for thought...
I stood in the crowd, sitting in a conversation that was pointless,
not knowing why I was there to begin with.
An invitation was given but I did not belong among them.
I love you when we're alone,
just you and me and the thoughts that never surface,
but I loath standing next to you with others.
The beer ran like water to smoke filled fools who ran arrogant mouths.
I just kept asking myself why I found this appealing.
She told me I would find a man who would take care of me
but I just shook my head, saying I wanted a partner not another mouth to feed.
I watched you through the window.
I wanted to run from that house, from those people, from you,
back to the safety of a little arms who really loved me.
She said that every man you are with is better than the last but what does that mean?
In this crowd like many, I was the odd man out,
quietly unique in ways unknown to these imbeciles.
You stood right next to me, barely acknowledging my existence.
I wanted to walk away just to see if you would have noticed.
You patted my head, gracing me with just enough affection to keep feet planted.
I wanted to grab your face and scream that this charade, your facade was ridiculous
but you would have heard nothing.
I love when we're alone because you're just a boy and I'm just a girl.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.