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By starr Date: 2004 Jun 09 Comment on this Work [[2004.06.09.17.20.13926]] |
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Why would you want me? I'm jaded, faded, not what I should have been. I chased others away, even you, your not my lover's just my friends. Still you keep trying to find my heart. Don't you know it lays silent kept under wraps I'm not willing to unwind I've guarded it safely like a child sheltered from the world. Lest you know how fragile and easy it is to break, it could shatter with merely words. Why do you try when I push you away, and try to make you to hate me? Why do you keep having faith in me when I want to drown in my misery? Why do you think I can make you happy when it never worked before? Simple answer to this riddle, I'd be better off being a whore. I can play that part and never fail, risking nothing but a reputation. Besides, I don't care what people have to say. They don't pay my bills or live my life, so what if I'll never be a wife. At least I'll never ache again for love that might have been. Free from obligation and stupid drama, living my life making mistakes that are mine after all. I would set in my broken grace having chosen the fall. But, then there's you looking at me like a queen, seeing me naked, bare at my soul and still liking me, even with all my wounds exposed. Who are you and why do you care? Why would do want me, and why aren't you scared? I could take you and use you up, rip your heart out and make you hurt as you never have, but I don't want to do that, not to you. And why? |