And just for thought...
I could say words to you that wouldn't mean anything to you
considering what I already know of you.
I could put on a show for you, strip down to nothing,
and put all my scars on exhibit for your personal viewing.
You would run and give reviews to your callous audience that I would eventually read.
Enticing but lacking!
Joyful yet desperate!
Poetically tragic and beautifully boring!
Your words always carry razors.
I could paint you a master piece.
Every stroke would be a piece of my soul.
Every line would be drawn with my bloody heart.
You would stare, awestruck, but you would never understand its origins.
I could write you a novel.
You could be the hero with the strong Latino shoulders and skilled hands.
You were excellent at pouring meaningless whispers into my ears
but your attitude always trashed the moments.
The dumb girl never could get enough of you
even after you went back to your bachelor world.
You missed my point but you bragged all the while.
Enchanting but painfully obvious!
Tear jerking and lonesome!
Romantically challenged and seductively handicapped!
My words to you
but, I know, there is too much honest there for you.
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.