Complicated definition

I am a stubborn human being. Of those who don’t understand well of surrendering and falling to their knees. Thus the depression is buried between my ribs and heart.

I find it difficult to explain what I feel when I see you as I fear strong feelings. So my lips remain sealed while you fill the silence. Although, if you look at my hand with its two-three and bend the middle finger, you’ll realize that I am eager to kiss you.

My friends love me to the semicolon and then they get bored. Because the night for me is for walking and the day is for a cup of tea. I like to run in green lights and sleep on the sidewalks.

I get angry every time the clock hand moves and I have this constant being that is in Defcon 1 and 3. So I understand them when they call me pathetic and dramatic.

I am of heavy and light reading and few of my books I finish. Of commitment, I am a liar but of the faithful, I am one. If you tell me forever I tell you to infinity and even with abandonment you have me in your corner. I will be an injured dog that still protects as I grew up with lost ideals.

I loved once and I haven’t repeated it. A part in me believes in the love of one and that it doesn’t repeat. While the other is frightened to the death of that emotional spill repeated in four years.

I fight easily and laugh in your face as tears fall, and few say they know me followed by my name. The deception of masks I have it in the juggling of bottles and I have broken five so far however we are still fine.

I know songs from end to start and I keep my music with respect and honour, with my authors who are my dragon treasures. I am of the selfish kind with narcissism who cannot see themselves in the mirror and less kiss a drunk person.

From purity to evil I have a step with which I like to play rope.

It isn’t that I'm bad, or good, or a definable being as that drives me crazy. I am of those people who love you but never tells you. Of those that stay in the corner waiting for the chances and then ruin them.

That of crying I don’t know but if you want I can tell you a joke.

My words run away from me and they mix to create an idea that is not correct. Because I find myself on rainy Sundays sitting on the edge of the fall but I am calm, I am with a light step and music in my mind.

I am that I like to discuss what you think because I carry the revolution in my blood and I’m not one for unfairness. That if you want history. Of her I know because it fascinates me to know how we got lost and we screwed it so gloriously.

If you are looking for me, if you love me, if you are in need of a known person, I am missing.

T.A.