i'm baffled by his kindness and patience,
realizing with each compassionate smile he sends my way
that i'm really bad at being a buddhist
i'm hyperventilating in my car,
and it's pouring outside,
and i can't drive home like this
his duvet calls my name,
and i get eyeliner all over his pillow case,
and all he does is stroke my tangled hair
i tell him to date other people,
i try to set him up with my friends,
and i know i'm confusing him
but i need to back track
we don't talk about the messes i leave behind
i don't let our fingers lock
i break the stare if it feels too long
he meets someone else,
and it hurts
because it's the first and last thing i wanted
i don't reach out again,
but when we see each other,
his arms are still open,
just like his mind and heart
they always have been
she's grabbing her coat from inside,
and i don't take a step closer
he meets me more than halfway
he knows
some people push you away with hands that say
please don't go
please don't go
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
i'm baffled by his kindness and patience,
realizing with each compassionate smile he sends my way
that i'm really bad at being a buddhist
i'm hyperventilating in my car,
and it's pouring outside,
and i can't drive home like this
his duvet calls my name,
and i get eyeliner all over his pillow case,
and all he does is stroke my tangled hair
i tell him to date other people,
i try to set him up with my friends,
and i know i'm confusing him
but i need to back track
we don't talk about the messes i leave behind
i don't let our fingers lock
i break the stare if it feels too long
he meets someone else,
and it hurts
because it's the first and last thing i wanted
i don't reach out again,
but when we see each other,
his arms are still open,
just like his mind and heart
they always have been
she's grabbing her coat from inside,
and i don't take a step closer
he meets me more than halfway
he knows
some people push you away with hands that say
please don't go
please don't go
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