Plain old self

My reflection

Looks a lot like me

The real me

The dishevelled hair

Symbolic of a wild day

The wild eyes

Shining through the deep dark circles

That lie beneath

I prefer the reality to the false dreams

I see myself

In my "home" clothes

My brother's old tee

Hanging loosely on my frame

Faded navy blue

Oh, its so soft

And comfortable

My pajamas

And my bare feet

Looking like a feet of someone who trods along the road of life

without soles

The pleasure is there

The contentment is there

The joy of having my outer and inner worlds in sync

Is definitely there...

Thats the way 'I' like it.

 

But does he think along the same lines?

He, the one I love

He, who can see the subtle difference

the stark reality of mine

the painted flawless of the other(s)

What does he want?

Who does he need?

I don't know.

I gave him all that I could.

My heart

And my soul

My real self

No pretensions

No flase claims over a beauty

I know I don't posess

All I have is me

Which I gave him

The only question remains..

'Will that be enough?'

Author's Note

Well.. ? :D

Reviews

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

I loved this. I can definetly relate to this in some way. I've learned there is a big difference in the way of thinking between a man and a woman. The woman never knows if all she's doing is enough....and a man never expresses any feeling of appreciation. It's a complex thing, but it makes the world go round unfortunately. A great heartfelt write!

[Alisia]

If he doesn't appreciate it someone better will. Cute! I liked it very much.