about a bee

There is a friend of mine who makes it easy for people to love her.
I envy her the way she will plunge right in and appropriate affection as though it were her due. I envy her the way she always gets that affection; the way it is always given willingly, ungrudgingly, naturally. I envy her the way she manages to throw herself into someone's life and then, without a thought, treat them as though she has known them all her life.
I find it ironic that I, wanting the love so much, find it so hard to demand it as due, perhaps only because I cannot see what in me is worth that much. And I tiptoe outside friendships before they are; and I persist in making all the wrong moves; out of fear, and ignorance, and stupidity; and I am jealous, oh, jealous, of all those who make it work without thinking.
For as much as I scream, Oh, but I knew them first, I will always lose, because she always knows them better.

And it is strange to think this is an open letter to people who probably don't stop by here any more anyway.
*sigh*

oh, and.
new poem.
they seem to always go hand in hand.

terrible addictions

"Interloper of puny! You suppose the secret of Zuma it is possible to take the knowing so easily? No! There is defect for your thinking! Our cryptic hidden nature cannot be discovered so directly. Three mystery shrines protect method! Never you will strike past them!"

"I see what?!? You have lived still. Is it possible to be the one of which the ancient prophecy speaks? It was sent in order perhaps to release me from my wicked capture person finally. But no namely this was the story of the exactly old wive. You want to live, now retreat!"

"As for me it is not possible to believe! Your power namely that is large! But there is one more temple which you do not find, that the Zuma deeply buried under the land. It was hidden, it is the temple of secret! You the final temple must fight in order to take the cover of position of my jail!!"

"The final temple of Zuma was struck! Your extreme power is not possible to be defeated! As for me it can taste the taste whose almost freedom is sweet sweetly. But god of the sun can be imprisoned at only that true house.
"We come from the star, return to the star! It is of you to rescue of my star."

"Excellent work, mighty frog one! You obtained your lawful place of the stars, at the side of the ancient ruler of the Zuma. In the future, as for me, you are known as our sibling. I will call you brother, and we control the outer space together! It is joyous news! Now we are to the dance!"

ribbit.
:D

Beg pardon, the brains are on holiday.

hindsight

I will pretend.
I will pretend it was charity.
I will pretend it was the money I will be spending through the gift certificates.
I will pretend I went to watch ten movies last year.
I will pretend I spent Rs 150 for each friend I made in the last ten months.
I will pretend I spent a rupee more for each bus ticket I bought over the last four years.
I will pretend I got a gym membership and never went.

twenty-twenty and very harsh.
judgements, anyone?

Oh, and. NEW POEMS.