Showing posts with label words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label words. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Lost words...

It had been exactly 12 days after she had sent him that message 
You know, making a joke while apologizing at the same time for the fact that 
Her cute baby girl 5 pound dog totally lunged at hi and tried to leave her mark on him 
By attempting to bite him hard enough through his sweat pants 
Did 5lb cute girl succeed? Well he definitely felt something although he tried to act like it was nothing 

And yet he still hasn’t replied 
He won’t, the fact is that he won’t 
But why? She really wants to know why…
Was it something she said? 
Was it something she did?
Or was it something that she didn’t say or didn’t do?

Why couldn’t he just tell her instead of letting her wonder?
Probably because he isn’t all that interested and doesn’t care to take the time to do so 
Fair enough–she understands, it happens
But then again, she still wonders why!

When she has made a special effort to keep everyone out, she lets her guard down 
For a moment and bam she’s immediately reminded of why she never let anyone in

The thing that she will never understand is why not communicate?
It just makes things so much easier to be honest 
To be in your feelings and just talk about it 
Like the therapy sessions that cost $175 an hour, except that this would be 
With a romantic interest in hopes to really see where things can go 

Alas it doesn’t seem to be a thing 
Will men and women continue to give each other the run around until the end of time?
It seems like it 
What is a girl to do?
Uh hello–make sure that she makes her mark, opens her mouth and says what she’s feeling!
Obvi (even if it is via conversation by oneself with no one to listen but the 5 pound fur baby)

-Bionica 

Sunday, May 5, 2019

Sole

You could say that she was definitely the fun one 
The wild one that would talk about anything and do just about anything 
Almost like the Samantha Jones of the group 

But in reality, when he looked at her
He saw the lonely type 
The one that did just about anything 
To fill up the void she didn’t know she had 

Looking inside herself never seemed like an option 
To do so would be admitting that there was something missing 
Something that she would never come to terms with because then it would need fixing 
She just wasn’t the fixing type 

She would just put on as many bandaids as possible 
Knowing that with certain movements the bandaid could become loose 
Start coming off at the edges 
But she wouldn’t dare look at them 

She would just keep on moving 
Broken and alone 

Acting as if she didn’t have a care in the world…

-Bionica