Late Nights and Late Days and then Blood for Comfort

Come on now, let's be honest. She doesn't like feeling put off. who does? who's ok with that? She always told herself she would be, now thinking she likes to tell herself she doesn't mind. but come on, come on. She doesn't like being second best. especially not third or fourth. and fifth? you've got to be kidding me. Believe me, if she's not first or second, and second only if you hide the first, on your list then she will most definately care. Maybe she won't admit it. Maybe she'll deny it. But let's be honest now... She likes to top a list of priorities. She likes her needs met. She likes feeling important. crucial. needed. She likes to think that without her the world just won't function. that minutes will not pass and if they just so happen to without her, you're heart, it'll break.

Let's put this into perspective. Best friends. everyone has them blah blah blah. wonderful. love blah blah. she wants to know if a best is best and how she places on their lists. Because if she's not your number one there's no way in hell she'll admit you're hers. even if you are. Oh, indeed not. You either need her or reject her. bottom line. Another perspective. Lovers. Boyfriends. call them what you will. Of course she understands the way it should be. it should be as follows: Family, friends, school, work, and then her. That's number 5. that's pretty measly. that's pretty low. Don't wonder of her order. It's based around sillies. Either way, she knows how it really is. but maybe, just maybe, she wants to feel like a higher number, a better ranking. Who ever said anything about 136?

She should most definately be important, i'll tell you that. I mean, she deserves it, right? she likes to think she does. well, only on really good days. that or really really bad days. But, back to the honesty thing? She so doesn't. She expects world revolutions and orbits with her as your sun. Nice thought, isn't it? All you denizens, peasents, plebians. You are the planets to her all encompassing star. Elliptical, not circular. Coming closer every so often, every one turning at a slightly different pace. Some with their own moons and planets. Hm, that's be a nice metaphor if phrased differently. But it isn't. Nothing poetic about it. Just a silly thought... We can put rings around the fattest and call him saturn. and he'll turn and turn and turn. For her.

Now thinking, planets make really great analogies to people. Generic people but people nonetheless. Saturn with his icy border, protection and barrier. Mars with red eyes and almost habitable speculatable surface. Perhaps Mars could be the almost that doesn't count. You know, the one that has all the right qualtities that doesn't ever click. Shall she go on? The sun can be the love of your life. Once it's over everything else gets sucked into a black hole infinity into nonexistance. Wow. once the life giving light (inspiration perhaps?) and then the murderer. murderess, really.

but aside from people pirouetting around one another, back to the topic, back to the list of things she does and doesn't like. Here's something to ponder: Were you ever really ready to make her your one and only?