me

The me i show is not who i am. I feel the need to protect myself from everyone and everything. Its easier that way. I show them the me that they want to see and not who i am, i show them the me i want them to see as to protect me from them.

Everyone forms there own concept of who u are based on what they see. They see and think they no base on there understanding or what they think u should be.

Deception is wrong! says who? I think deception is gods gift to me my own defense, my shield against there expectations.

Missing you

You ask me if i miss u and my answer is a thousand times yes. In duress my heart cries out singing sing songs and melodies so sweet, so sad, poetic by nature. Every beat of my heart is a confession in itsown language its telling u how it feels but u listen not.

 You care not about its story and its memory of you, going about your business caring not while my heart beats slower everyday. You care not to answer its call till it stops beating till its cold till it dies.