“Did I tell you once that you are the kind of girl that guys want to own?”
I paused and withdrew a bit as he continued. As we talked, we came to many conclusions.
“Too much honesty.”
Perhaps so. No… he’s right. Part of the problem is that I have been too honest. Part of the problem is that amidst my open honesty with others, I have failed in areas within myself.
Apathetic and vibrancy… the merge of introverted and extroverted.
Two worlds which coexist, but when joined can result in a transferrance of volatility, passion, and…
I am scrubbing away with a fever. Despite the imperfections, they both may very well be perfect.
There is toxin in her lips.
There is toxin in his essence.
But he’s in a class all of his own.
He is on his own pedestal and hers as well, though he may not believe he is worth it.
She is one that dances in the moonlight.
She saunters in a room and doesn’t go unnoticed.
She is the rock and also the pearl hidden away deep at the bottom of the sea.
She is like the sun that brings out the sparkles of the rage of currents.
She is the calm before the storm.
He is the waves that rush upon the shore.
He is the rock along the beach.
Steady and constant, but often filled with turmoil.
He wants nothing but safe waters for the boats along his spine.
He is protective and vigilant…. he wants no one to be hurt.
He wants not to be the one to get hurt.
And these two forces, both great and mighty fight and push and pull with their toxins.
Is it a lost cause?
Perhaps the cause is that much greater…