I'd trade fb for a good but naughty lil friend. So i can find my way back to the good life where i don't feel so different. Puttin fakebook down for someone real for a change. In the flesh n waking to the same cute face. Simply return to the hush life as if i do not exist. Where lips find mine suckin on a kiss. Able to feel the comfort when she walks into the room. Feeling a lil something going on beneath the skin that makes my smile move. It would be better than what I've forced myself to become accustom to. I've been found my self n yet the linger of being lost still claims my use. So just to hear a lil sum sum shift her tone. I'd give up on the boredom n accept I'd prolly never be left alone. Listening to the chatter until jabber jaws was ready to rest. Always having the creature she is clinging to me bcuz she's most comfy on my chest. As social media has nothing on a truth getting it in in the real world. It doesn't have the necessities to matter the way single becomes plural. Even in the silent moments where chillin is just laying around. As one in the same tougher n thankful asf that two hearts can sync up n bounce. The popular vote can have the silliness everyone makes up once i lean in to a lifetime shared. For the malarkey to exchange chuckles online i would no longer care. It ain't real so it's pointless in my eyes seeking to look away into the definition of free. It's just a place where everyone can actually hide in plain sight without ever coming out to be seen. I'd rather touch someone with a grope followed up with a stroke she'd crave. Giving her a reason to get attached to the way she caters to my name. Interacting with more than a screen that changes with the flick of a thumb. There's no hype, no thrill n no rush in having to keep self on hush. I'd gain more walking away from all the make believe nonsense with a hand in mine. Off to where we cannot be found to go n live life. But the strangest thing is what I'd want is rare. N i cannot speak of it due to chameleons pretend to play fair...
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