Foolish Games

We play games with our minds. Our hearts. Tricking ourselves into denial. If only people had the courage to be brutally honest. Then maybe this little thing called love would be easier to comprehend.

That mask some put on. That so-called public face. I hate that. Even more so when the private self is the more gracious. Why do some people just don't get that? Just be yourself. And people will love you for it. Those who don't, well they would never really matter anyway.

I am still waiting for that guy.
God knows when he will emerge from the depths.

Stupid Cupid

Why do we freak out the moment somebody tries to open up? Why? When if we just paused and tried to listen maybe the clouds will clear up. Instead we babble incomprehensible words. Blurt out joking remarks. Build this shield of defense around us. Too scared to know. Simply unprepared to handle the truth.

I wish it weren't so. But I can not help it.
I am freaking out as we speak.

Stupid Cupid. Stop picking on me.

Matters of the Heart

The human heart is difficult to fathom.

Even my own heart I do not truly understand.
Funny isn't it? How someone totally invisible to you once suddenly comes into focus. Suddenly doesn't seem so bad.. after all.

Just when you least expect it the most.