My Heart is my Own -------------------------------------------
You say that you love only me
You can talk to me about anything
And only with me can you be yourself
But I’m not sure of who you are
And you don’t even seem to know yourself
You hold “us” together with your arms
Arms that have never held my body
Arms you wrap around some other
Because of needs I’m too far to fulfill
You excuse you indiscretions as my fault
Since I haven’t given in to your claims
Of loving me while lusting after others
“Love” is confusing and obscurely defined
Just when you think you’ve found it
In some romantic dance of strategy and lie
You find you’ve only lost your mind
You can’t love me the way I deserve
While fulfilling desires with someone else
I may be a hopeless romantic
Eager for love and a companion
But I’m not blind to these games you play
You don’t love me – you don’t even need me
Your ego will survive quite well
Without my notch in your bed
Hah I love that. In the beginning, I wanted to cut that persons throat out, but the end made me smile. It's good to have the kind of strength you show here (most people don't).
And the wording, as usual, is fantastic. You have a perfect way of making a reader feel what you're saying.. which takes a lot of talent.
"Just when you think you’ve found it
In some romantic dance of strategy and lie
You find you’ve only lost your mind"
That couldn't be more true. I know too well what you mean. I went off the rails (yes, on a crazy train) a few times, myself.
Once again, there is nothing to critique. I love it.
hearts are funny creatures. so fickle and wandering and wondering about the past, present and future. myself? i like to think this world is full of divine mischief, full of possibilities and laughter; that whole ethos of living every moment like it was your last has always appealed to me. because, why fret and feel sorrowful over-much? i see people down in the dumps when there are people around them who care very much, if only they would open their minds and hearts a little bit more.
but what this says to me is: i am my own person. i'll not be stomped under or made to feel like a piece of meat. i am lioness, hear me roar and scratch your eyes out if you piss me off... haha, that sorta thing. i understand and empathise. it's all so fickle and wandering and wondering...
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Thats just what I get from this. You know what I think most people dont know how to do now a days? No one knows how to masturbate properly. Ever hear that crap that doctors and therapists say to justify thier $150 an hour bill? The whole..."You cant take care of someone else unless you learn how to take care of yourself." Mamba jamba???
Well what they really want to say is learn to masturbate properly and the world will be a better place for you.
If people would learn how to get themselves off, the world would be a better place, ya know?
Submission Name: My Heart is my Own
