I am now a quarter-century old (technically, I will be in two hours since I was born at 4am). I would like it if anyone were to please be so kind as to generously give me a cute (preferabely seal-pointed) traditional siamese or bengal kitten for my birthday. No? Oh well.

False Advertising

You said you were a warrior
And so we fought
It was a friendly fight
But it was fierce

When I knocked you down
You appeared hurt
I saw anger in your eyes
But I did not know why???

You told me not to be emotionally involved
And I promised that I wouldn’t be
So we had our fun
But it was mechanical

When I disregarded you afterwards
You appeared hurt
I could hear anger in your voice
But I wasn’t sure why???

You accuse me of hurting you

And maybe I did
But not intentionally
Yet you say it doesn’t matter

But it does
Since I was led to believe
That you were
Who you feigned to be.

I’m supposedly free but why do I still feel so trapped?