No he was not the mammal honey badger.
More realistic, His actions spoke for him.He never cared and he never will yet I believe someday he will. My faith in him blinds me of the reality. His words sound more truthful than what they are. Even when he speaks his mind for real and spells it out for me "I couldn't care less if you don't talk", I choose to believe otherwise.
I am not scared of my honey badger yet I am scared of losing him. He didn't matter much before yet today nothing besides him matter.
I often cry as I know I never will have him yet every drop is worth it. I cursed those hopeless romantics, fate, today I am one of them.
His smile, His laugh, His voice not something spectacular yet I would give up my prized possession to have all of it, all of him for the rest of my life. He is not mine to be called yet I choose to believe He is Mine.
I await the day when I could mean the words when I say "I don't need you anymore." I fail every single time to turn that into reality. He is all I need, all I want and I am something he needs, something he wants. Maybe someday I could turn my face away from my honey badger and replicate his actions too. Everything before him is a forgettable nightmare, he is the dream in which I wish I'll never have to wake.
More realistic, His actions spoke for him.He never cared and he never will yet I believe someday he will. My faith in him blinds me of the reality. His words sound more truthful than what they are. Even when he speaks his mind for real and spells it out for me "I couldn't care less if you don't talk", I choose to believe otherwise.
I am not scared of my honey badger yet I am scared of losing him. He didn't matter much before yet today nothing besides him matter.
I often cry as I know I never will have him yet every drop is worth it. I cursed those hopeless romantics, fate, today I am one of them.
His smile, His laugh, His voice not something spectacular yet I would give up my prized possession to have all of it, all of him for the rest of my life. He is not mine to be called yet I choose to believe He is Mine.
I await the day when I could mean the words when I say "I don't need you anymore." I fail every single time to turn that into reality. He is all I need, all I want and I am something he needs, something he wants. Maybe someday I could turn my face away from my honey badger and replicate his actions too. Everything before him is a forgettable nightmare, he is the dream in which I wish I'll never have to wake.
Waiting for "Happy Realization Day".
Awesome nice one
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