I'm so scared of losing your friendship because of this
I can't imagine that you're serious, which is why I think I don't mind
I don't know how you do what you do
I hope we'll make it worth the hurt
Or perhaps I'm just crazily possessive of you
Please stop it. Is that so hard?
But it's all and then it's nothing to me
I take it back. Whatever it is that's strange or different or unsettles me about you, I can't say I don't like you. Because I do. I love you, in fact. Thank you for listening to the angst.
Or at least, I hope it never happens like that
19th March, 1am.
Because these wings are no longer wings to fly but merely vans to beat the air, the air which is now so thoroughly small and dry, smaller and dryer than the will. Teach us to care and not to care. Teach us to sit still.
Well, find me some words to sum that one up. I certainly can't. That meme on the desktop, I stopped writing that a while back. Words haven't been working expressing things properly lately. I'll be deleting it tonight. It's best that way.
