We are slaves of our own thoughts, and victims of its misfortune
That we unconsciously erase those thin lines between need and want to the point that we feel we need and want; the things we fean, I mean lust, I mean love, I mean wait what...
Battered hearts, and troubled minds, with open wounds all intertwine our disillusioned thoughts and beliefs that have grown even stronger with time.
[These are the confessions of an asshole; at least mine]
I was, young and in love or so I thought that I was that I ran home that spring afternoon in look for my father so that we could discuss
My approach towards the girl that I secretly loved
But I got home and as usual my father at work
But you see I kept my mentality and thought "fuck it"
Though those weren't my actual words
I sat by the window that night that gave a clear view of both our drive way and street
I swear to you that every pair of headlights I saw I yelled at the top of my lungs quote "papi papi papi papi papi papi" and followed it to as far as my eyes allowed me to see.
This entire time I thought my mother asleep, but you know as I know that mothers have that sixth sense and she sensed something was bothering me.
So she came to the kitchen, grabbed two cups, filled one with water and the other with grape juice and a shot of benadryl that she thought I didn't see
Then she asked what was wrong but as man I was taught not to speak
On emotions at least
But damn with this girl fine, I mean beautiful, so I didn't take long before she got a few things out of me
So I told her my situation and she smiled and said to me
That I was handsome as I was and being me was what made me ME
Then I told her I didn't what to say because no word, phrase or song can begin to describe just how unique
Her canvas takes frame, such a beautiful piece
How her soft spoken voice co exists with her chapped yet well lip glossened lips
She smiled and she said time for bed don't you think
So I knocked back the last of my juice and as the benedryl grew thick,
I grabbed a crayon out my little brothers crayon box and wrote exactly what I think, I mean thought, you see I no longer know
Because remember these are the confessions of an asshole
So both written and sealed with here name on the note
Because I couldn't go with out at least letting her know
So to close of the letter I wrote: "would you be my girlfriend?"
Circle one of the choices below
Got it back at the end of the day, she tossed it to me and said she had to go
She jumped to the back of the bus to watch as I opened the letter to find that she had circled "no"
But written below read we could be best friends forever though
I honestly didn't know how to quite take that
To this day that bus departing, summer starting, day my heart had hardened still plays back
Because even to this day no worth while female has changed that
She claims to want a guy she can trust but she goes for the guy that has a reputation to cheat
She says she wants somebody that'll be there but she goes for the guy that has a tendency to leave
She complains to me that she meant nothing to him and cries and says "he was everything to me"
I'm trying to pierce your mind with food of thought, but who'd of thought the change in me didn't give a fuck
Because I'm the guy you seem to want
I pound my chest and show my tatts
You call and text and I don't call or text you back
8 beers up and 4 shots in is when I finally decide to call you back
And ask if I can come over and you know damn well knowing what follows that
Next day out I'm with the guys and brag about the shit I pulled
And in that crowd you know that there's that guy that's thinking damn he's bound to fuck up something good
It's then she calls that other guy, and asks if he could come through
Knowing what he's doing he parts the pack and plays it cool
Thing about you see he's going over just to try and make her smile with no real point to prove
But then he calls, yeah the asshole, so she has to call the nice guy back and tell him other plans have just pulled through
On his way back he see's him leave and then you ask why we act the way we do.?
[These are the confessions of an asshole]
At least the ones that I've been through
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R6-VLCD#5- Confession is good for the soulby trycrockett21505 views
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