I was almost rabid
Would’ve lunged at any thing
thrown my way
carcass, shadow, memory, promise
shell of a man.
I thought it was better
to be loved by a dead thing
than to be left alone.
Then I loved a dead thing
and was completely alone.
It’ll be one week tomorrow. I think of you every day. And when I’m not thinking of you, I’m thinking of how not to think of you. I miss you. But then again, I’ve been thinking of you, thinking of how not to think of you, missing you, even when you were here.
Wait a little awhile. Let him get to know you better. Once he does he’s going to want to follow you anywhere. Trust me.
We both do this to each other.
We give a little of what we don’t want to give, be what we don’t want to be to keep the other around.
I play best friend, he plays boyfriend.
It’s not too far of a stretch since we are both drawn to each other and love each other.
But it’s two types of love for me, and not for him.
But it only hurts us cause it’s pretend.
You can only play pretend for so long.
We have to grow up.
We have to protect our feelings, sadly it was against one another.
We did this to ourselves.