what it takes to fly
why is it that whenever i engage in an unscrupulous random act of animality
there’s always something in me longing for a special treatment
that somehow, someway by nature and fate’s good graces
i’d be able to connect spiritually with that person and find solace
but how come i always fall victim to chance and circumstance
this unavoidable urge to fill this unfathomable hunger
to prove something for myself
have made me decide to play the game by men’s rule
to immerse myself on the enemy’s playing field
it seems easy enough
all i need to do is give in to the act
the problem is, I can’t keep a straight face and make a follow through
i am weak. i get emotionally attached too easily.
that’s the only thing I was able to prove at this point.
i would really want to prove my X wrong.
that romantics still win, that they still get what is DUE!
unfortunately, even words can’t save me
words that betray me
words used by slithering snakes who just want to generate heat
and stay just long enough to say something has been ignited
what is the point of this?
i actually don’t want to write anymore
but is it really the word that betrays me
or the one who uses it?
when you are told that NO COMPLICATIONS can transpire
and you say okay
MEAN it.
then die slowly
kill the inner child
the child pure in selfless acts of wonderment
and silly questions and mental masturbations
forget the happy thoughts
and fuck flying
this peter pan state is getting on my nerves
because I don’t want to grow out of it
because it’s simple and has no pretensions
but all the peter pans i’ve met who thought
that they can fly, cannot fly with me
i guess there can only be one peter pan in a relationship
a dreamer who lifts up and leaves the world
and the one who stays behind looking up in defeat
fuck this.
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