• Some Thoughts From A Midnight Train

    by  • December 5, 2016 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 2 Comments

    Break me, I dare you. Show me why I shouldn’t love you. Teach me how to want to leave you.

    You’ve got me on your chain though to you, I’m just another princess whose dragon you’ve slain.

    They all move on, one look and you can see that you’re not ready. You’re ineligible for affection, and we were just the perfect summertime confection.

    It’s winter now, day faded to night in the blink of an eye. Day times make it easy to forgive you, night makes it easier to love you.

    Am I to forget our twilight banter? I probably shouldn’t say you look best with a setting sun behind you.

    We were matches, burnt fast and bright, consuming all we touched but fading fast into the night.

    We don’t mix. we collide, it’s devastating and horrifying but still spectacular and mystifying.

    Our eyes still meet from time to time, across an ocean containing both apathy and anxiety, we’re alone together in a sea of fillers.

    I can’t tell if you want to reel me in, or if there’s still some compassion somewhere in those beautiful brown eyes.

    I fell for a reason, I don’t want to put you in a box as a user or manipulator because I can see the love you have bursting from your heart.

    I’d love to say looking at you breeds no feeling of jealousy or want or perhaps a stronger feeling, but I’ve never been one for lying.

    I’m a lover and a fighter, I win wars by caring too little, I cut not with knives but with sharp passive aggression and lack of sympathy or caring.

    I’d be ecstatic to play that game with you, if I could only tell you no. I can’t deny you, because I want you more than you want me.

    So you win this round, I suppose, the next move is yours. You hold my fragile heart in your hand, and all you need to do to end it all, is squeeze.

    2 Responses to Some Thoughts From A Midnight Train

    1. thoughts turn into actions..
      December 6, 2016 at 6:13 pm

      Here’s hoping that he squeezes hard. Although I really doubt it would matter to someone who, most likely views those already associated with them, as fillers. Maybe someday each of you will develop the guts or balls to be honest with those causing your anxiety, and either leave, or change your passive aggressive behavior. This is the right place to leave your thoughts if you are fully embracing your passive aggressive side, however! Just know that in your current scenario,you are not the princess, but just another willing wench..to be discarded accordingly.

    2. What would
      December 6, 2016 at 9:50 pm

      Be compassionate?

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