thinking about
all the sweet nothings
I know will eventually
end up in nothing sweet
sometimes I feel like my mum
so hardcore
a very self reliant career woman
who passed around men
like a karaoke microphone
smart, twisted and dark.
sometimes I feel like my dad
the emotionally crippled
who couldn't drive
without asking for directions
insecure, fidgety, temperamental.
sometimes I feel like a child
without a care in the world
who doesn't like to be told but doesn't
know what to do
hyperactive, innocent, reckless.
sometimes I feel like a man
shallow and easy
who desires without the ball and chain
get laid, wake up
get up and leave
an animal, simple.
~ beautifulbruises©
