Archive for April, 2008
Vulnerable
Neurosis
Sometimes I convince myself that I’m a sociopath.
A sociopath and none of my words
My eloquant, perfect words are true or real
Language is so tricky like that
How real are feelings and thoughts
If you can’t find the words for them
How real are feelings if all you ever do is feel them
They’re so individual
So what’s really the point in sharing
My definition of love is different from your’s
And her’s
My definition of devotion is unique
How can I hold you to my ideas
Are you really subject to my interpretations of your truth
Your reality
Do I mean the things I think and say anyway
Discussion creates uncertainty and confusion
So I don’t mind that you don’t always have the words
I don’t mind that sometimes you refrain
Cause I can feel you
Even if its not what you mean
Even if its not what you say
I get to decide
I get to make your actions towards me, mine