Life ain’t close to anything simple;
You want to get some money, you work.
You want to go to work, you drive.
You want to drive, you learn how.
It’s a process and it takes time;
Time to think,
then time to do.
Not only it is a process,
it is also choices.
We face options every time we open our eyes in the morning;
Shall I brush my teeth first?
Or shall I take a bath first?
While you might end up peeing and pooping.
You blow my mind.
You rush my guts.
You thump my heart.
You are one hella assumption I must figure out.
I assume you like me.
I assume you do not.
I assume you’re interested in me.
I assume you’re just bored.
In the end,
Assume-ing makes me ended up ass-ing myself;
thinking about you and me.
Ignoring the truth that you are a choice I must opt;
Shall I stay? Shall I move on?
Shall I neglect? Shall I fess up?
Hey, I like you.
I’m interested in you.
I am comfortable around you.
I hope you feel the same way, too.
There, is my choice;
I spilled the beans. I said it all.
I didn’t expect you to agree. But I want you to at least see;
That someone adores you.
That someone is interested in you.
That someone likes you.
That these words are the highest compliment any people can get
And appreciate that she,
She has evacuated her mind.
She has extracted her guts.
She has exhausted her heart.
Because confession is not always a confirmation;
Neither yes or no can answer it.
To confess is rather to conform;
You comply the rules of your mind,
You behave to your guts,
You agree to your heart.