I’m a hot bothered piece of grass lying in a valley.
There is a hot wind in my face; it feels like a heat has been promenading about my cheeks.
The wind moves me.
Not physically, but mentally.
The wind feels like it touches my soul and I can actually be someone.
This wind it fed my habits, I didn’t need to move ever again.
So I wait for someone to become the soil I lay on and get support from.
I don’t want to dream of another failed love attempt, an attempt where I speak words to your ears.
You absorb them into your eardrums, seeming to care.
You listen to another’s words too.
Silly of me to think I had your affection.
For I am too sweet, too kind, I am just a naïve fool right?
If you think so well fuck you.
I may be sweet, I may be kind but I am no fool.
I am just unable to tell you how I feel because I have never been good with expression.
People will think I have changed, but I haven’t.
I’ve matured and I’ve grown.
I wanted you; I wanted everything to be alright. I wanted to grab you and hold you tighter than most and kiss you.
You haven’t said anything, you always never spoke.
You always seemed happy.
I can’t read you.
I wanted you, I wanted your beauty.
I don’t want it anymore; you’ve given me enough confusion and pain now.
I created a new motto for myself,
“I’ll start loving more when you start giving shits”
I’m half way into free falling from your thoughts.
I’d love to shove a few aspirin down your throat and let you choke on them.
My requests to you would go from “can I have a hug?” to “can you stop breathing”
I hate your cute smile and your loving words.
I wanted you but you seemed to want your past.
Fuck my words? Fuck your mentality.
I’m done with life; I’ll let this bullet play hero.
Save the world from another angst teenage heart.
There is gunpowder within the grasses palms.
There is a scent that is peaceful, still disturbed.
The blade of grass in the valley stares upon my eyes,
I blink the grass becomes a green patch within my hands.
I don’t know what I am doing anymore.
I need something to save me.
That wind blows over my hand again it takes away these tainted grass blades from my hand.
These tainted thoughts are no longer within me.