Who are you to make me feel this way?
So caught up on all of the things that you say.
With your sweet lies
Playing the fool to catch the wise.
But are you playing?
I’m just saying, because you must be pretty dumb,
To just come,
And mess up everything I had right.
maybe it’s me?
As far as I can see
I didn’t put up enough boundaries.
Didn’t fight with all my might.
How could I?
I didn’t stand a chance
What do you want from me?
Can you be trusted?
My brain and heart are conflicted.
If the heart listened to the brain
There would be love without pain
And if the heart had its way
It would have lots to say,
on all of the reasons not to let you stray.
Here are five ways to steal my heart.
1) Challenge me. I like someone who can pick my brain and prove me wrong. A mini pet peeve of mine is when someone lets me win. I am unnecessarily competitive and I think that someone who challenges me is helping me to become better at whatever task is at hand.
2) Understand me. I am an only child. I grew up learning how to entertain myself and I’ve learned to appreciate alone time as a result. I love going out with friends, but sometimes all I want to do is stay in a room by myself and do whatever I want.
3) Feed me. I’m not joking. Give me food, and I’ll love you forever.
4) Cuddle with me. I wouldn’t say I’m a touchy feely person but I do fancy random hugs. I don’t mean those awkward side hugs; I like the close, warm, I-haven’t-seen-you-in-forever hugs
5) Talk to me. I love deep conversations. We could be talking about the colour of the sky or who invented the television, whatever it is, simple or complex I love thought provoking conversations.
As you can see, I’m really not that hard to woo, I promise.
It’s been too long! I’m taking the GRE tomorrow and figured I shouldn’t do anything too work intensive the night before. Heaven knows I’ve missed writing. It’s not as though I didn’t have anything to write about. I just never had the time. I keep trying to tell myself that there are 24 hours in day; no more and no less. So if I want to do something, I’m going to have to fit it in somehow. At any rate that is not what this post is meant to be about….
Today I was walking behind a young man and I may or may not have been checking him out. He was a good distance away from me so he got to the door before I had. He opened it, looked behind him, saw me and held the door. I in turn walked as quickly as my short legs would carry me.
I finally caught up, smiled brightly and said thanks to which he replied, “You’re welcome ma’am.”
I was nonplussed(GRE word!!!). A bunch of thoughts crossed my mind: Did he call me ma’am? Isn’t that what you call old people? Do I really look that old?
I spent more time than I’d like to admit turning the situation over in my mind. Overthinking has a way of sending us on a tangent; boy did I go on a tangent. Somehow I ended up at: “See, this is why people say chivalry is dead.” Moments before I may or may not have been checking this young man out. He, out of respect, called me ma’am and I spent the next ten minutes deriding (can you tell I’ve been studying?) the poor fellow for calling me an old woman.
It used to be a thing that a man would walk up to a woman he was interested in and be all suave and two years later, they’d be married. Nowadays, men are less willing to approach females because we often find a way to be offended by something that was said with good intent. Please note, I said “men”. I am not trying to make excuses for the little boys who don’t know how to talk to a lady.
This encounter still has me questioning life but the next time someone calls me ma’am, I’ll be prepared!
What d you think? Is Chivalry dead? Or more importantly, did we kill chivalry?
How do you love?
I asked the universe.
She replied “from a distance
With a shield
To protect you from the
Bullets of the battlefield.”
And what if that fails?
“Then be prepared to be hit
Straight through the heart
By a poisonous dart”
Does it hurt?
“Well some darts are fake
And can take a while
While some are real and
It’s a pity that both
Venoms feel the same”
How will I know?
Inspired by Shot by Love by Protoje
Okay, I’ll start.
I have all the ingredients to make
The Broken Heart.
First you take a teaspoon of love
The finest quality gifted from above.
Then you add a dash of time,
A little of yours but mostly mine.
Next is a memory or two
Of all the adventures I’ve had with you
Mix them all together and then you pour
All the contents on the floor
The darker the berry
the sweeter the fruit.
What then is the rule
for forbiden fruits?
The longer the wait
the greater the lust
And while we wait.
the fire gets higher.
The more we’re denied
The more we desire.
I’m yet to experience life.
That stumbling in at 3am life.
That, let’s never do that again life.
That not remembering who what when, life
I’m yet to experience love.
The without him I can’t breathe love.
The sweetie, baby, honey boo love.
The I’m so madly in love with you love.
I don’t think I want to.