Thursday, August 7, 2008


I seem to think what we had was normal.
It wasn't, and you aren't.
I hurt myself and my friendships for this.
A love of vanity.

Me, myself, and I.
I am the best.
I deserve it.
At the very least.

I won't sleep with your friends.
Unless they make the first move.
It's not my fault I'm so great.
I'm realistic and they are not.

What's wrong with that?
My eyes say to go for it all.
My pumped desires lead me on.
I must not stay attached.

Me, myself, and I.
I deserve everything.
I am the Queen and King.
I won't settle for less than best.

I really cared about you though,
But it was only me.