And just for thought...
It must be nice in your world,
no connections and few commitments.
Your heart must agree well with your conscience.
How else could you still try to touch me?
I see the looks you give me.
You see my rejections of your silence requests.
I know what you would like,
a brief interlude in some random corner.
Why else would you still look at me?
You realize I could make you happy
but then you would actually have to give me something back.
I used to live in your world,
nights of different lips and mornings wrapped in different sheets.
It was perfectly acceptable then.
What else could I possibly want?
Then I realized I was worth so much more.
A life full of different faces becomes extremely lonely.
One day you will wake next to the wrong face.
Your lack of attachments will catch up to you when you need me the most.
You could have had a wonderful life with me but it was your call.
Enjoy your cold world.
I won't be there to ease your conscience when you finally grow out of it.
Believe me, you will.
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.