I am a difficult person to deal with.
I have mood swings
that are more sudden than
a lightning.
After a fresh, severe
set of harsh bars,
there comes the storms
and nightmares.
I don't usually say goodbye,
I just let the clock tick and time fly.
I am the most colorful dye,
with the shadest and darkest
shade of gray.
I am sometimes made of clay,
or glass, or rocks,
whatever I'm in the mood to be.
I can be easily grazed
by sharp words,
can be easily broken
by a downfall,
but if I come back and rebuild,
re-phase and recreate
for something like you,
I am tamed.
I can be vulnerable,
invincible,
bubbly and impregnable,
but if I feel invisible,
I do hide.
I don't bite, but I do write.
I act recklessly,
I'm dumb, foolish and
innocent, I might get
your points a little slow
and I might be too shallow
but if you'd seen the worst show,
the darkest shadow,
you're lucky to finally
survive.
So breathe, bitches.
You're in for a good day with the devil.
I don't like leeches.
Don't stick with them.
I get mad easily.
But with just a sorry,
I'm able of forgiving.
Did I tell you already
how thankful I am with your presence?
Well if not, I am.
Our friendship is the best I have ever had.
Like a dance in the middle of the rain,
a Lovatic song in the middle of Tay and Ari,
an awkward dance step in an mv of Koreans,
a set of hair-nest in disarray,
filthy midfings,
corns, peas, and bacons,
It felt lethal without you all around.
I am a difficult person to be with.
An evil witch, a damsel in distress,
a princess in a fairytale, and awkward ogre,
an abominable snowman,
but do you know what it is my favorite?
A vulnerable, impregnable, ambitchous bitch---
your friend.
