my arsenal =)

Oh their not judgements, their observations
of the words he's said;
he's only interested in you when lust and loneliness
have gone to his head.
And words ARE weapons,
an artist would know that.
(amongst so many other things depending on your judgment of them).
They should show you your own ridiculous actions:
preaching an
all mighty,
all encompassing,
purely high-minded
lively love
but instead
you act on impulse;
ready to subtract your clothes at his every beck and call
though he has no emotion for you at all.

Is that the "love" you're looking for?
"The sacred union between two humans"?
will never come from manipulation and abusing the usage of your own divine body.

Pushing what can be pure into the profane.

Using and being used; an extreme form of self-abuse.

And you never grew and together you're not growing either.
Stuck in an infantile state of confusing lust and hate,
mistake a fusion of bodies for the love you think he's hiding.
This team you think you make
would never be if he wasn't missing me.

And there's no anger,
these words I give are lessons.
Even if they're lessons that can't logically ever make it to those who are lonely;
because
they're not ready to listen.
They need more time on their own,
but only if they stop thinking about what it is they're missin'.

And these words are not laced with insecurity either.

The love we had was the love we made

and I thank a higher power for that past love

Every Day.

It's just troubling to see him put that life up for trade
just because I need to walk away.

He is not my possession as I am not his,

insecurity, jealousy, negativity

is laid to rest when you realize this.

He can live of his own free will,
he lives of his own free will.
He can do what he wants to do with his own body,
he does what he wants to do with his own body.
But I can reflect because he still shows me the person he is
behind the scenes;
his actual views of you and his actions he does not mean.

Yet I can understand how the truth can hurt a spoiled person who rarely has to hear it.
But you come here still
so that
you can SEE IT,
you can FEEL IT-
an accurate representation of the events at hand as they're actually happening.

Having someone who will always be honest with you is an intriguing feeling;
something you don't always get from the sugarcoated or lieing words of the "friends" you surround yourself with.

Sex is not love;

and it's the worst kind of way to satisfy the desire to have something more anyway.

Maybe I'm just trying to tell you how you'll regret it some day

or show you how he regrets it right away.