Thoughtful only
inside just a dream
forever waiting for the one who'll never come for me.
I do not wish to be rescued,
I'm not your damsel in distress
not the little butterfly I was.
And yet I'm wanting just to fall into it all again.
Don't think these words are for you
they aren't.

But I am not so hopeless yet
not trusting in god
Nor fate nor religion,
I trust in only me and what self that I have
knowing that none else can be relied on.

Your eyes to bring me back
to a world where I was
safe?
I was never safe, I knew
there can be no safety in any of them
not while they are young and dazed.
There is no security when loving boys
nor men
and the difference is only a loss of innocense.

Define me that innocense.
no, You can't.
The lines are blurred, as are most,
and it makes sense now
that you may never see the coming
of what is bound to happen anyway.
Fate?
Shut up.
You make your own fate.

True, It's all your fault.
What's now is made by you
and everything you do.
There is no God
aside from the voice in your chest
that tells you the truth
that you drown in self-supplied confusion.
Take my words if you wish
but don't think they're for you,
They aren't.

07/15/2003

Posted on 07/16/2003
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