This isn't a work of art, I can promise that. This won't be something compelling and moving, but only truthful. I promise not to be fake, I promise not to stretch the facts. I concur to the notion that this is my thoughts' seppuku.
It's just something I need to do, to write out my wants and fears...needs and realizations.
First piece, entitled "Me For Me"
"Let me be who I am
What I am
Let me look the way I am
Let me feel the way I am
Love me for me
Tell me I'm beautiful
And that's all that will matter
For if I'm beautiful to you
I'm beautiful to the whole world
Love my laugh
Cherish my smile
Ogle my body
Love me for me"
Something simple, nothing overdone...just me.
Second piece, entitled "Silly Putty"
"Remember things for me, please.
Stick to stuff so I don't have to.
Be cheap, thanks.
Make sure you're available.
Please don't stink.
Don't take forever to mold.
Drying up isn't an option.
Always be entertaining.
And I'll keep you,
My silly putty."
Wow, this is retarded. |