When confusion starts, I am out
Staring blankly at the ceiling wondering where I stand on someone’s life makes me weary. Is it my job to think for the answer? Or to ask to get the answer? Who does not want clarity? Who does not want a rightful position? Ain’t looking for games anymore as I am not a kid no more. I am tired of looking for my place and running around the bush. Ain’t a fortune teller to know what you’re up to into this “something” relationship. Without clarity, sorry I’d like to dismiss myself to whatever play this is. Today you’ll confess of what you feel, the next day you wish for someone to come along. What is this? Would you like to be a jester in a circus? That’s just a funny act. Who does not want consistency? If you like the person, act as if you do. If you love, play the role! Afraid of taking the risk? Then, don’t confess. If you wanna be friends, act as how friends do. You’re consistently fooling me as if I don’t know and I am too nice to enjoy the ride not knowing I am putting myself in ...