And didn’t anyone ever tell you? Real friends don’t use each other.
For who are you to know what it is you truly want? Some wants disappear some wants are marked in your soul forever and some wants were just not meant to be.
But like a cloudy apparition it just wasn’t meant to be. You are blind and I am free.
I couldn’t help but feel for you still with a desperate longing to take that enormous head of yours all bottled up in your insecurities and ego and cradle it between my naked petite breasts.
Like the broken bottle that I am. Split and spinning tossed to the side. Until I can release you.
So I cave. I become--Silent. Cold. Deadly. Like rain
Speak to me. Don’t just talk to me. Let me know your decision before falling for you fades dissipates evaporates like rain.
It burns deep down all the things you wished you could have seen before they disappeared
She doesn’t like attachments. She’s afraid of losing too. She’s afraid she’ll always be lost and she’s deathly afraid of you.
We’d lack glory and patience. Purity and holiness. We’d combine familiarity with tenderness. We’d fuck more often and we’d talk a lot less.