11/7/2018

Shady eyes, welcoming thighs. But they don't notice my shady eyes.
Broken promises and aged expectations.
Every outcome surrounded by humiliation.
Waiting, basking in the silence for a knight in shining armour and the expectation never dissipates.
For whatever reason the aching hope always precipitates.

But she's just a fool and you're a fool too. If people take the time to dig they will find that she's a jewel.

Not fresh faced and naive but intent on expression and locked inside of her reflection. I'm sliding by your detection but really I just want to open my soul up to somebody and step away.
Not to worry about taking care of myself or somebody else.
It's called compassion and realism. Not weak or unstable. Most just can't handle what I'm bringing to the table.