A Life Unwritten

I’m a mess. 

Are you listening?

Not you, but the other person. 

Its who this is directed at. They arent listening. 

Poo. 

But I’m a mess, you’re to blame. Can we stop playing this childish game?

We’re one of a kind, so cool, so new, so faux sublime. 

Give me my reason, and I’ll give you the rope; we never vowed to work it out. 

I don’t know what I was doing there, I just want to make sure she hears me loud and clear. 

Of course it’s a girl. When isn’t it? 

Can’t I just make her understand how innocent and pure my love towards her is? 

Why did we have to be young and in love? My body read x, but my mind read her. 

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I’d build a house. 

Or maybe just a tent, because I would have to see the world with her. Otherwise, how would I show her off to the whole world? 

God, I’m so pathetic. 

And now I’m listening to Jack Johnson and thinking of Sopranos. She’s the only one to me.

I wish I had the creativity to do it.