After every rendezvous I remember asking each one of the guys to not tell anyone about it.
And for a moment I didn't think what they thought because honestly it never matters with temporary people.
My conversation on topics of commitment starts with, "I'm still figuring out" and ends on "this isn't going to last,bye"
But,
To each guy whom I told a bye,
Please know that there are treasures they would not like to find
There are scars which hide some secrets
And back somewhere in my cupboards are some books with pages talking about an old but throbbing events from my life. Events that I self jotted down when I loved what was happening.
I have some songs that I nomore listen to but cannot delete because my fingers fret to get laid on them
And with every bye I try to hide that insecurity that lies in my several Google docs in my phone
Where you can find my pain that I'm not too proud to share
I have things to tell people who left and did not hear what I had to say.
And just so you know, I chose each one of you not to turn you down but to clean the dust out of my mind to be able to write something.
Because permanent people don't give you imagination, they eat you up inside
They hurt you deep in the spine
And cripple you for life by staying by your side.
But when I lay at night all by myself,
I remember each one of you, how we first met and how wonderful it must have seem to you.
And It is important for each one of you to know that transient is beautiful and you are all a beautiful part of my creations .
Yours,
Selfish artist.
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