Picky
He smiles and looks at me. He can't help but imagining what it would be like to be near me, watching my lips move, my chest heave as I take a breath between sentences.I watch him, yet again, not listen as I speak of the most important things for me. If he listened, maybe he would understand that he doesn't have a chance, and that the things I'm talking about are directly relevant to what is going on in his head at the moment. I smile to myself, give him some sort of excuse and get up to walk out of his life.
No use in throwing away breath on a man that wont listen.
No use in trying to make clear an ethic on relationships to someone that doesn't even agree on the basics of it.
I have this whole idea of what I want from the man I'd build a family with
and so many men around me have some trait from this
ideal man
But they all lack
that heart
that conscience
that nobleness
All but one
and he is no longer mine
Words by SecretWords
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Written on 2011-03-24 at 16:12
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