It Shows Through Eventually
Sometimes, I forget you.
A survival instinct - and those are strong in me - I'm sure, but a little bit more heat than light. Because I can't, really, and I fold into your arms too readily, despite all my logical and reasonable protestations to the opposite. I like you, I just don't find it convenient to love you.
Your shape calls out to me, to possess, to have, to bear responsibility for. The whole situation, that whole desire, is totally unrealistic, but it burns at my psyche whenever I think about you. It makes my tongue numb and my lips motionless when all I want to do is reach out for you and whimper pitiously about how much you mean to me and how much I miss you. I wanted to spend forever with you, and instead I told you how I would eventually leave. Truth before beauty, I suppose.
This is it, the first layer of unbearable stress being removed, some will end up showing through.
Written On: Home Computer
A survival instinct - and those are strong in me - I'm sure, but a little bit more heat than light. Because I can't, really, and I fold into your arms too readily, despite all my logical and reasonable protestations to the opposite. I like you, I just don't find it convenient to love you.
Your shape calls out to me, to possess, to have, to bear responsibility for. The whole situation, that whole desire, is totally unrealistic, but it burns at my psyche whenever I think about you. It makes my tongue numb and my lips motionless when all I want to do is reach out for you and whimper pitiously about how much you mean to me and how much I miss you. I wanted to spend forever with you, and instead I told you how I would eventually leave. Truth before beauty, I suppose.
This is it, the first layer of unbearable stress being removed, some will end up showing through.
Written On: Home Computer