Do I only post when I am sad. Seems so. Not only am I lazy, but I haven’t really been able to talk a lot about the happenings in my life…shhhsh, it’s a secret.
I can be an asshole of the grandest kind
I can withhold like it’s going out of style
I can be the moodiest baby and you’ve never met anyone
who is as negative as I am sometimes
I am the wisest woman you've ever met.
I am the kindest soul with whom you've connected.
I have the bravest heart that you've ever seen
And you've never met anyone
Who's as positive as I am sometimes.
You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can’t relate
And you’re still here
I blame everyone else, not my own partaking
My passive-aggressiveness can be devastating
I'm terrified and mistrusting
And you’ve never met anyone as,
As closed down as I am sometimes.
You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can’t relate
And you’re still here
What I resist, persists, and speaks louder than I know
What I resist, you love, no matter how low or high I go
I'm the funniest woman you've ever known.
I am the dullest woman you've ever known.
I'm the most gorgeous woman you've ever known
And you've never met anyone as, as everything as I am sometimes.
You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can’t relate
And you’re still here
And you’re still here
And you're still here...
Well not really.
Things move so fast. One minute, safe, sound, secure. The next…whooosshhh, rug, pulled, on my ass.
I am used to being on my ass. Seems like I set it up to happen, over and over, and over again. Kinda silly, isn’t it? I think love makes me a really easy target. Anyone else want to take aim? I didn’t think so. Some day I think things will settle down, some one will see the special in me and it will all make me melt. Until then…I think he said…c’est la vie.
Kisses