I’ve lost my damn mind trying to understand you from afar.
My gravity of lust and desire for your being isn’t far from normal. There’s a connection and it’s tainted.
You are more than aware of my feelings towards you as I am not afraid of expression.
I think I’m more perplexed by the fact that you allow my childish antics to continue… you allow this behavior to exude from me; it’s addicting and maddening.
I don’t want to think about why anymore.
I don’t want to think about you anymore.
I’m tired and I’m getting old.
I’ve truly enjoyed this ride.
I accept this bewildered child within me who gets angry when ignored, dances by herself, and who loves the flirtatious webs she weaves.
I do not accept the empty feelings.
I do not accept the mixed messages.
With that I must unbuckle my seatbelt and get off the ride.
I hope you the best.
You’re incredibly talented and your wit is something that tantalizes wary souls.
But Sir you are a Man not above anyone else and I am no longer accepting to be considered anything less than a Woman.
Your persona you have sculpted very nicely and I understand the shroud.
If you want me you know where to find me.
tutti fucking frutti