In The End...

I'm not what you think i am.

I'm nothing of what you want me to be.

And i'll never be anything you dreamed of.

But I guarantee my heart is something you wouldn't be able to let go of.

but it's not for sale.

I make the mistake of admitting things when I shouldn't.

 It's like, I tell myself I'm going to put myself and my "feelings" first but once I do, 

I don't like the feeling.

 Or the reaction.

So..I'm going to continue to hold it in until someone comes around worthy enough to open up to.

and i wonder..

when i look at you..

((shrugs))

I'm not looking for anything although I do realize my words may describe things a bit differently.

Either way, they're just words.

Words that I ramble on with and happen to put together in a fucked up way.

Regardless...

I find myself telling a story.

 a simple one,

a true one.

 A story I can never seem to finish.

I use to find myself obsessed with the need to know what's going to happen next,

or where something was going.

I now find myself just letting go.

 letting shit happen..

I've acually had my feelings hurt more this way because I'm a little less cautious,

but if I spend my life trying to figure everything out before it happens, I'll miss it.

Life.

So here I am, rambling on.

Not telling a tale, but focusing on a tale that needs to be told.

I'll keep quiet though,

and one day I'll find someone worth opening up to.

till then,

(iWrite)

>drops mic<