Other Plans

I have other plans to suit my life. The time has come when you just have to stop pretending that you really care. I care not for your attitude nor your ever-changing moods I hate experiencing tempestuous feelings of unsatisfied hunger: births of lusty fires that always fizzle out insatiate and forlorn. I'd rather have rejection, experience a strange mystery, remain speechless while you're around. Yet like a leech, a parasite of my life, you stick around, never leaving me alone. You’re too much part of me. A familiar dance? Blessed silence, broken by your silly notions inducing pregnant pains of frivolous thoughts. I experience mirthful reflections of a fragile soul that needed approval of others. I'll never accept that. Hope fades forever. Reckless behaviour is definitely called for. I stand steadfast like a black rock just off the craggy shore. I'll never see you again. Goodbye loneliness. I have other plans to suit my life.