Never knew I'd ever play the part of the supervillain whispering sweet nothings into a lover's ear...

Who am I kidding, I just wish I could give so much more than what I can offer at the moment.
Me attempting to even explain it seems like such a daunting task.
I guess I really am too cliche for any of my emotions to mean anything.
I'm at the stage where I just want to dissappear and just induldge all my energy into my art, whatever my art is.

Thing is, I'm still so caught up on the many girls that came before her.
Still stuck on the girl who rests in another man's arms.
I know I should just let it all go and forget it, but something keeps pulling at me.
Damn, I don't even feel like writing poetry anymore. I'm done.
This blogging shit, I get tired of speaking whats not even really on my mind. I gotta keep most of it hidden.
Besides, it seems like the message I wanted to portray is spreading around nicely.
Feels like my part in the cosmic play is done. And now, just to breeze through the rest of it in silence.

I'm too busy trying to be superman when I forgot my cape at my homeplanet.