on being responsible

i've finally realized that everyone has issues,
and that my constant analysis of everyone's actions is pointless
without accepting that people are the way they are for reasons they cannot truly control.

but once i do get to know someone down to their problems, baggage, insecurities
and their nonsensible or nonexistent rationale,
i begin to clearly see where my presence and my actions lie in this fucked up equation.
being so observant can make one lonely.

accepting the twinkle in her eye,
giving that prolonged direct stare of untamed desire right back,
saying all those right things in her ear as simple as opening her bedroom door,
and lying there in her sheets,
while we test her bed to see if it can really hold,
while we smash against a paper thin wall,
while i make her scream and cry her pleasure into pain,
while i huff and puff and blow her whole house down
and let her make herself believe she's lucky for it...
well that would be irresponsible.

so i sit here, watching them walk by me.
and i let them...
until they're swept off their feet by some other asshole.