What is it
about men? I can’t explain how many instances there have been where I just have
to ask myself that question. Every time I become vulnerable and comfortable,
it’s like they think they could take advantage of my courtesy. The moment I
walk out of their life then what, they notice that I’m the woman they will ever
need? Is it fear? That makes me feel vex, and it’s discriminating in a sense.
You either know what you want or you don’t. I’m excessively putting all my
efforts and feelings into this individual, because I care how he feels; he
thinks it’s a game. No it’s not greener on the other side; it’s where you water
it. Now the fun part… I keep putting myself in contradicting situations where
I’m clearly in fault at the end, but it feels fair; not wrong. I do not
understand why I see all these signs of dishonesty, disloyalty, carelessness;
but I do absolutely nothing… at all. Sweet-talked back into this second
dimension, where things go zilch. Is it worth the wait, or am I waiting for
nothing?
I’ll dismiss it as mere conjecture, to take time and if it
fails; at least I know I tried.
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