So i stopped being so nice.
Posts tagged people.
Efforts for the ungrateful
Busting my hump for what
In the end, it will better you as a person. Give without expecting. Be the best you can be, always.
But at some point, you’ll wonder where the efforts have gone
You’ll feel emotionally and mentally exhausted when all the constant efforts you put in to make things right, or better, or stable, don’t change a thing.
You’ll ask yourself, what’s it worth
When you are your best for somebody, and they don’t as much as try to be better for you, there’s a sense of loss due to the realization of a lack of mutual respect
Give it away like gold.
he has this ever-dawning effect on me
which puts me back from myself, and allows me to consider him first
he is happy
and somewhere in the midst of his pleasure, I find satisfaction
and when he’s hurting
I feel it in the same places
who would’ve known that a girl like me, so sovereign and staunch
could have such a toll taken by that, the atmosphere of a boy like you
but he must reside somewhere to the north of my unsuspicious mind
I flow with his eaves
because I am sensitive to him
cause more than not, i can usually bring out the best in them. and it’s wonderful and special because not many people know those parts of that person. but i do. and all the rest doesn’t really phase me. at the same time, i think i’m an asshole too. just all seems more real to me.
sometimes, when people lay all their cards on the table from the jump. wear their heart on their sleeves and all that, i find it a little naive. people get caught up in a slight feeling. i think it’s sweet. but with all the great times y’alls having now, tryna impress each other w the best, i feel that it’s all downhill from here.
the way i see it, disappointment’s much worse than not having something to be disappointed about in the first place.
i held you down respectively
little did i know you held me down receptively
checking the reception
see if i’m in session
soon as i stop mentioning
all your almost efforts
you drop me like a touchdown
there goes my lesson
on to you cause its what you need
and i see through you
you can’t even see in you what you see in me
you want a girl to love and hold ya
more like a doll to sit and mould to ya
that’d never control ya
or else you’d up and leave like the man growin up that resented ya
i guess i get it
but let’s let time unfold ya
i’ve been so stuck
all in my head
all the time
been so concentrated lately about being in tune with myself and the earth
spiritually, i get into real heavy phases
that i take as the universe guiding me towards something
so i take the time, and try to understand my calling
and most always i learn something new about myself
but i’ve been so consumed in it and me
that i feel real detached from the world and society and all that
got damn, it sounds weird but i’d really love to have a real, intellectual conversation with somebody
none of that chit chat, small talk bullshit
something of matter
and as much as it is important to me to be one with life
it is for me to be one with existence
keep me out of the clouds
trying to balance out this life a little
keep all my chakras aligned
when their intentions are clear as crystals
keep them around, them kinds don’t come around often
people don’t want to know you
they want to keep getting to know you
and they want you to keep em guessing, or surprising them with new shit they don’t know about you
and when they finally think they got it figured out (or if you lay it all on the table)
then they’re bored of you
ironic ain’t it
i mean you try and keep your shit on lock so that it doesn’t cause a fuss. i have reason to believe that keeping your emotions to yourself is the route to take because people, at the end of the day, usually don’t give a damn about your feelings. and maybe it’s just the people that have brought me up to believe that. but ironic enough are they the same people getting in my face about not wanting to hear it. and it’s not even that i “don’t want to hear it”, as opposed to the fact that you brush me off every time i have a ting or two that’s on my mind. so the tables turn..
gossip gossip, nigga just stop it.
it’s in our subconscious
something tickles our eye’s fancy, it’s recognized more than the average
we admire it’s efforts to be beautiful
appreciate the intricacy
notice the slight embellishments to make it that much more beautiful
we consider it’s detail and embroidery, everything to make it spectacular, and reward it for it’s efforts