And just for thought...
I suppose it all works out for both of us.
You pretend that I don't exist.
I pretend you don't mean a damn.
In the end, you live on a different plain than I.
Considering your options at dusk, you have only yourself to serve.
Why muddle selfish pleasure with the consideration of any one else?
We'll swap a comment here, dismiss each other.
Our consciences will be eased at the small effort we put forth to show decency.
What will you do when out those doors you walk?
Options many and fulfillment little, your reflection is your only company.
I don't mean to be cruel, really I don't,
but I suppose it's the only way that makes it easier for both of us.
You can look at me, wondering why I went from your personal doormat to someone with a spine.
No, you never say that one coming but can I blame you?
I rolled over quite easily, spread eagle with such ease.
You ignore my breath.
I'll ignore that smile.
In the end, you reside in another planetary system altogether.
Considering your priorities in the twilight, you only have yourself to blame.
Why muddle that up with once were my good intentions towards 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.