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Gaps. I want. I don't want. They want. They don't want. And it never matches up and it's always one or the other. Forget, but never forgive. Or something.
I'd like to be charmed by the single life. Funny thing, though?
I'm not.
More than being with someone else, I'd want to be content in being alone. But I romanticize everything anyway.
I'd love to get out, but I haven't been let go. I haven't let go. This present is bitter and I don't know how to make it better.
I do not want words. I had weigned myself off of them, off of yours, and please, don't think that it was easy. You see it. We are both knowing we're alone. WE both know what it's like to want. To lust, perhaps is all it is? But you have said it, and I tried not to listen, I tried to stay from ear shot. But trying failed and we're here. Either way though, we're not accepting. It's just kind of spoiled now, and words are the only thing I know that could make it sweeter, but I don't' want words, I said from the beginning. But the words that you do speak you don't exactly whisper, and usually they are more blunt than charming but...Are they nothings? It isn't hard for me to dream your intentions, but I'd want you to confess they were just misconceptions you erected on purpose for me to misinterpret. I guess you don't miss what you never had; what you never knew; what you never asked for. I try to help it, but I watch you from away and hope you know it.
I always wonder if you'll every discover me while doing the same.
But then I throw water on myself and think of how great it'd be to just be friends.
I think of being together and see that I don't actually take to the idea.
I like how right now, it doesn't make sense.
I like how, right now, I'm going with you to nowhere and it's a pretty sight onto the thin air and no words.
I'd like to be charmed by the single life. Funny thing, though?
I'm not.
More than being with someone else, I'd want to be content in being alone. But I romanticize everything anyway.
I'd love to get out, but I haven't been let go. I haven't let go. This present is bitter and I don't know how to make it better.
I do not want words. I had weigned myself off of them, off of yours, and please, don't think that it was easy. You see it. We are both knowing we're alone. WE both know what it's like to want. To lust, perhaps is all it is? But you have said it, and I tried not to listen, I tried to stay from ear shot. But trying failed and we're here. Either way though, we're not accepting. It's just kind of spoiled now, and words are the only thing I know that could make it sweeter, but I don't' want words, I said from the beginning. But the words that you do speak you don't exactly whisper, and usually they are more blunt than charming but...Are they nothings? It isn't hard for me to dream your intentions, but I'd want you to confess they were just misconceptions you erected on purpose for me to misinterpret. I guess you don't miss what you never had; what you never knew; what you never asked for. I try to help it, but I watch you from away and hope you know it.
I always wonder if you'll every discover me while doing the same.
But then I throw water on myself and think of how great it'd be to just be friends.
I think of being together and see that I don't actually take to the idea.
I like how right now, it doesn't make sense.
I like how, right now, I'm going with you to nowhere and it's a pretty sight onto the thin air and no words.
posted by Sarah at 1:10 AM
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I'm not exactly sure what you're talking about because someone doesn't tell me anything anymore, but whatever it is...just remember that violence solves everything. I love you more than you will ever know in your lifetime.
-Breezy Acres-
a.k.a Your Step-Fag
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