Caught up in what you deem necessary and true.
Your living a lie love and your grip is killing me. Trying to push away, such benevolence it would be, but I'm not able to allow my self that much freedom. I am so used to your clutch that I'm conforming conforming, conforming to what you'd consider an ideal woman for every man. To tired to change, to tired to protest, to tired. I will be giving you up soon. Your attitude strikes me and with every lash I weaken, commiting suicide to my motives and thoughts... motives and thoughts our motives and thoughts are now shared; what i breathe you breathe, my pain is your pain, and my word is yours. It's almost annoying how much alike we've become. My weakness, our weakness.
Becomming much to accustomed to sleepless nights, your clutch once again murders a part of me. Selfworth going-- slowly fading. Not budging no protest, you get your way I'm searching for mine. Possessive means
jealously opposed to the personal independence of, or to any influence other than one's own upon, a spouse. You my love will forever be that. Life progresses, you don't your shit is the same as this and that niggas', I know of all the scheming I and the last girl has done but honestly you cannot tame me. Roaring with the real Goddess Isis in my blood I will rule at everything I do. I am a freedom loving, blindly optimistic, sincere, tactless, generous, impatient, cocky Sagittarius. Get over it.
NO! I will not ... and I'm DEAD ASS
WIIILLLL NOT EVVERRRRR MEET YOUR STANDARDS.
I'm sorry.Author did not intend anyone to feel a connection to whom she was writing about.
1 comment:
I love you, Isis. i read your whole blogspot and i am seriously aware of the fact that you're an amazing writer...yet its not just your writing but your true self, which in fact, you're true within.
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