Bait who, not me!!!!!
Who am I, to you. better question. Who was I, to you, when you weren't too busy trying to bait me. To catch a sea creature that wasn't meant to be caught. to only be simply admired. you tried to over take me by constantly over stepping my boundaries. you were indeed selfish. always taking four steps instead of just two. you became familiar with my character for all the wrong reasons. you weren't looking at me in admiration, you were looking at me in hopes of studying me. in hopes of anazlying my greatness. to catch any sign of availability to engage in petty little dramas. but saying you waited untill I was available is a total lie, because half the time you were only inviting yourself into my plans, to ruin them. to destroy my contentment, by baiting me in things, I swore to myself in private never to entertain. ever again. it's like you were stalking me, only to take notes to put me on trial, later on. later when you insecurities became too much to sit within, or even perhaps work through.
Everytime you thought you were losing power, you let go of all reason, and replaced it with delusion. you clouded my sensibility with a very incriminating and specific strategy -one that was not only repeatedly emphasized, but predictable. Your strategy to defeat me was agonizingyou wanted so badly to be unpredictable, but your fear of losing your weak hold on me had you acting out in very chill places. places meant to kick your feet up in joviality, not in fury.`I even went as far as testing the waters hoping to put your anger on ice, but every time you sensed a single frost bite of peace, you demanded we leave because in your mind, someone on the inside was working with me, all while being against you. your insight was so out of touch, at times it was quite fascinating your infamous "intelligence", hadn't prompted you to put your farfetched imagination in some book. a book other than a children's book of course, because we wouldn't want the kids getting nightmares due to your overly vivid "innovative" thinking. you demanded someone who had no parts in your nonbinary game, crank up the heat.
YOU WERE DOING TOO MUCH,
AND I COULDN'T BE THE ONE TO SAVE YOU.
I COULDN'T BE THE ONE TO JUMP OFF THAT CLIFF WITH YOU!!!
why live a sad life, when you can live a creative one. one that keeps you in pure satisfaction. satisfaction for all the right reasons of course. xoxo the ItGirl who saw more in yourself. the girl who couldn't let others and their crap entangle her, because what's an ItGirl who wastes her time on utter bs? xoxo
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