You had me with that smile of yours.
There were no dreams, no direction. It was all much too complicated for me to pen down. Too many emotions put into one situation.
How was I to deal with it? I don't see myself as being any different than I was. And you still don't see. You don't see what there was, what there could have been and what has come out of it now.
There still is. But do I want to tell you, now?
Do I want to delve into the complexities in search for a simple truth? Something you once told me doesn't exist?
I could defy you.
I know I could defy you.
I defy you by being crazy about you even now.
I defy you by sounding like schoolgirl when I come down to adjectives about you.
I defy you by living on this complex island of hope and meaningless melancholy, wondering if you'll see my in a way I want you to.
I defy you by wanting.... you? or what you are capable of offering?
Don't smile. Don't whisper. Don't let me "mommy" you. Don't be there. Don't be you.
It's still there. It's still strong.
I defy you, yet again.