It's not gonna make sense but I appreciate you reading or even glancing at the first line,
Much like everything in life,
We want to give attention while receiving that same support, acknowledgement,
Whatever it means to you,
I used to walk alot on the streets,
Sonetimes with friends or a girl I used to date,
Just laughing and joking,
But also talking serious like why are we here?
How and when did we get here?
Why is it that we need to breathe?
Or why do we need to stretch truths,
Why is it so convenient to lie?
But it's all in good taste I assume,
Sometimes we talk about our favorite games, and shows,
Or that time my friend broke the trampoline because he thought he was cool,
And there we were laughing,
Great times and even greater moments,
Not always though,
This world has plenty of room for bickering sadly,
Is it my fault?
Left and right never get along,
Neither does the center when it's the battlefield for the other two,
Is it a curse were doomed to dwell in?
Or is there something that's bound by the laws of the universe?
To keep fighting,
One struggle can end for you and begin for him,
Is it our choice?
Sometimes it has to be,
I look at these words hoping it could reach someone,
Anyone, then again I think "ah, what the hell,"
A place to release my thoughts and shed my tears,
I can be afraid and frail,
Strong and valiant,
Embarrassment surrounds me,
I'm very insecure,
I can't put a facade and act tough,
Because acting tough isn't the same as being tough, or brave,
You are my reader,
I am your writer,
I don't know if you'll enjoy this or hate it,
I just want you to feel something,
Something maybe I never could,
I don't expect anyone to take the time to read this,
Writing is something I do,
Over 20 years now and from now,
I'll still hold my pen firm,
To anyone who seeks solace in my writing,
I'll never make sense sometimes,
Usually it's up to the reader to interpret the meaning of my words,
Because her view is ultimately her own,
And I love that, truly,
I can't say whether I feel love or hate,
I can just say I don't know,
I don't know whether you like me or not,
Whether this time was worth it,
Sometimes I lie to myself and say it's worth it without looking at the value of the situation,
I would like to be your everything,
I'm not sure if you have everything,
Or if you need everything,
I wanna smile like I did when I was a baby,
And look at the world with wonder and awe,
A laugh so innocent,
And a heart so pure,
But we all know that's miles from reality,
Reality is cruel and beautiful,
Reality checks you when you think you're slick,
And rewards you when you love unconditionally,
This life is full of mysteries and secrets,
And we'll never find them all,
Because it's neverending,
We're neverending,
No matter what, we all matter,
We're all special,
I love you, really I do...
Or am I made to believe that?
©retroletgo
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