Too much to process
Sometimes i find myself at eleven o’clock at night,
my mind busy with thoughts and my heart rotting with nothing.
Maybe its just me but i’m far too tired,
and the guy i gave my lips up to last night,
doesn’t mean much.
He should though.
They all should.
But something about myself just cant stop repeating that
below average grades and
newly formed love handles
are far more important than any beautiful young souled girl
with a hunger for attention but no intention for
inspection.
I don’t know what it is about my
lack of motivation and over usage of the phrase
“good talk”
that seems to put me ahead of grown women
and their natural based faces.
Maybe its the fact that their fingers aren’t stained with foundation
or maybe its that their confidence
over rides everything iv’e ever come to understand.
Reading about why i snap at people
and what it is about similarly created others that makes them speak so
boldly.
let me speak boldly.
without the after effect of broken hearts and ignorance.
At this point, i can only say that i’ve had too little coffee and too much
time,
maybe too much to process and a whole lot on my
mind.
(2013)
Sorry if it doesn't make too much sense, but it makes a whole lot of sense to me. hopefully someone would relate.
