EvynC

Dry eyes held back tears today as you apologized for being true to feelings within by saying one thing while meaning another yesterday instead of tomorrow went back and read the text message response I sent.

Movember Moustache: Prostate Cancer Awareness Through Cookie-Duster.

O.C.D., easy As one two three, simple as Four five six seven.

How do you expect to deny the feelings I'm experiencing if you can feel them too? It isn't good beating yourself up about them. That's so like you, to lie and deny. You lie and run and always never get anywhere. Get off your back and do something about it then. That would be too easy. How can you say these feelings aren't real? Ok, they're real; now go do something about it. That would be too hard. Harder than listening to you whine? I doubt it, you know if you start dealing with them they'll be easier, a task begun- Is halfway done. I know, I know, but I feel like I slept in and woke up to a messy life. What good is partying when you

I tighten my abs and ass like you Focused on the world of things without a clue What I believe about myself to be true. I can't sleep at night because In my head She banters and He bitches but Instead of crying I tuck myself back into bed. My interior is exhausted and stumbling Weighed down by masculine motifs now crumbling So scars form over the pieces of my individuality; numbing.

*Excuse me, when you Say that I feel offended And hurt, please stop.*

*Hey, how was work? Oh, that's good, uh-huh, umhmm, See you tomorrow*

*So how was your day? What happened? Well I will deal With them right away*

*Why won't you listen? Tell me what I have to do To make you listen?*