everyday feels the same,
the only thing that really changes is you.
and if the flower you so seek would have another
the pain is excruciating
and every time doubt would fill your mind
and the demons would come knocking
I know how it is like to find a devil in a closet
I also know how happy the devil is, when you fall into the trap.
but sometimes, you call it instinct.
instinct to love another.
rather, instinct to procreate.
for me, its simple.
i just need to like someone.
its more like a compulsion, really.
i loved somebody once.
i pretty much liked the rest.
and sometimes, focusing on just one person,
can help allay your fears.
but more often than not, disaster strikes the jealous heart.
and so as Primrose took her leave
i was left hung up and dry.
the attempts to romanticise me life ain't fine.
but its the way i feel comforted.
Damn it.
