Or maybe not?

I’m not sure how this WordPress thing works, but in my head there’s only one person I can imagine reading any of this.

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How did you end up here?

Maybe it was curiosity or something else.

(would you read on?)

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(or even keep reading knowing that you have better things to do?)

.-.

Why would you do that?

I’m guessing for the same reason that I’m still writing, knowing that I might not ever write again.

I know I assume a lot things but hey, you know yourself.

(KI kids arch an eyebrow at me)

Sure, not gonna argue with that.

But I ‘know’ the way I felt when I met your eyes yesterday (Or was it during the holidays?)

There’s something in your eyes that seems to dare us to hold your stare.

Is this a dare that promises pain or..?

If I see you around from now on I will remember how to forget what it’s like to be insecure.

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It’s hard to tell what people really are like.
Whether they are ‘good’, or ‘bad’.
If they’re using you, if they lie, if they would throw you away without a thought.
But to you, as long as you aren’t hurt,
You don’t care, do you?

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