I am friends with a giving tree, and he is surrounded by girls
asking for twigs and leaves. He cries at the pain when some of
his bark snaps off, but only on the inside; he dares not complain
to those he loves. He turns to me for help. He hurts, but what
can he do? He loves those who hurt him, and those who hurt him
love him back, even if it's selfish love. I sit under his
shade, though spotty it may be for lack of leaves, to help think
of a solution of any sort, but I can't think of any
consolation save one: I give him a branch of my own.
Yes I use "I" a lot..
I'm not selfish
I am fυcking alone
When girls lists out all the things
that they want from a guy
Then you know they are just really becoming a selfish person.
Then you know they are just really becoming a selfish person.
Fun Fact: Today's my birthday.
*fishing for attention*
it was silent for a moment before I leaned into your chest and
whispered," I'm always going to love you more, aren't I?" You were
quiet for a moment before you whispered, "Maybe, but is that a bad
thing?" and that's when I said "Well kind of. It's like you're a
kid in a candy shop. You love the taste of me, the high I make you
feel, but eventually, the high goes away. I love you the way poets
talk about love. Like you're the last tank of oxygen on earth & I
can't breathe. I don't mean to sound selfish, but I always want you
to myself. You're everything I need, but that's not what I am to
you."
"Be mine"
she said, without meaning it, without wanting him as her possesion.
Without doubt he said no, and she was shokked because who was he to
deny her wishes. She wanted him, so suddenly, so badly, that she
started to cry. Like a little girl without a toy. "I
wouldn't want to be anybodys, I want to be free, but it's
hard to be alone... and I tought if I take control, things would
become less loneley" But he had already left. Because life is
no storybook. People don't care to listen to thoughts of people
who excist. People are just selfish.
And that's all life
has ever tought me
