It's never simple, never sweet. Always summed up as the ever-present dread
for a boy.
, always feelings untold. He doesn't want to know how I feel
... he's a man... men fear emotion
s, men fear love
and committment... So I go on, wondering what he's think
ing (if anything), what to say next. I am subtle
in my actions, when all I want is to scream "You are beautiful
god damn it, we mix
I actually said something late at night
to him, which I regret now, it sounds cheesy in retrospect
, but it's what I felt. I said "I feel your energy
... and I like what I feel".
What if people said exactly what was on their mind
s all of the time
? What if people lived in a constant state
? What are we so afraid
of? I don't know anyone who ever says the entire truth all of the time. So many rules in this society
. TACT SICKENS ME!!!
I suppose I should defy
rules and express everything, ask him to indulge
me by telling me everything.
F*** these masks
, these facade
s that the ego
creates in hopes of protecting us from pain
. Pain is inevitable and without it we wouldn't be human
, we wouldn't have experience
s, we wouldn't learn
. From now on, I refuse to fear
by a man, I refuse to fear rejection
This woman's perspective