you

You....


You put forth this energy. I don't know where you get it from. This confidence, this stamina. Man, I'm hella feeling you. You're that dude that people just don't know about. Should I talk to you? Even better will you talk to me? That's too much already invested and you don't even know me. Maybe I'll just chill and wait for you to notice me. If I noticed each time someone was crushin I wouldn't be me.

All of these projections manifest themselves in a form of your insecurities. Then you're mad at me because you expected the world from me without telling me. You try to make my mind up for me and when it backfires...you get burned. Now who's upset? I never said I was any good at playing games. How about a mind fuck! Man, you seem like a prude, even stuck up! All that and I never said a word to you so who has the problem. If you only knew it was you.


You didn't care until you did right. It's the same story each time. Simpletons seem to be a way of life. Damn that's harsh. That's your reality and eventually your own personal purgatory. I learned to take reality straight. You might need a chaser. You're not second guessing me you're second guessing yourself. I'm not sorry anymore. I can't be that sensitive heart on the sleeve wearing dude you want me to be. I'm not feeling that. The next time I "walk" by and you think I ignored you I didn't even see you. Speak up the next time you want to be heard. I get to be that conceited dude because you decided I can read minds when the only thing I've been reading from you is bullshit. I'm not that simple. I'm not saying I'm complicated but if you wanted some second "grade" man then that's what you should have gone for.



You always did let your insecurities get the best of you. I have my own insecurities to deal with and I'm not really trying to deal with yours in disguise. You said not to give up on you but you gave up on yourself. I can't mess with you and that lethargic redundant thing you lead called a life. If I have to be real now's the time to do it. You are afraid to grow up so you lead your life vicariously through others and remain the dreamer you are.



Late night drunken phone calls that brought feelings out you "forgot" you had. You're mad at me because of a choice you thought you had. I guess you just weren't ready. Once upon a cerebral trip I might have cared. You think I hide some deep seeded feelings for you that I'm just too scared to deliver. Or are you afraid to admit that we'll never be more than imperfect strangers.



There are those people that come into your life and you just know that they are special. You don't doubt their motives nor do you second guess their intentions. Then there are those who cross your path simply to teach you a lesson. The lesson may be harsh or humbling, either way they are gone almost as quickly as they came.
By Tony