I'm ****** at this.
I skipped class yesterday
and today and haven't seen
you in a few days because you
won't let me and that's valid.
I still wish I could help some
how I think of leaving you at
least once every day but
all I can think to say is
I love you and I'm yours.
My stroke of love
goes against your grain
and I am bade to withhold
in the presence of equals and
betters regardless of the claim
And the needs being
met with knees in the chest
I am uneasy.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 7:11 PM UTC
I'm ****** at this.
I skipped class yesterday
and today and haven't seen
you in a few days because you
won't let me and that's valid.
I still wish I could help some
how I think of leaving you at
least once every day but
all I can think to say is
I love you and I'm yours.
My stroke of love
goes against your grain
and I am bade to withhold
in the presence of equals and
betters regardless of the claim
And the needs being
met with knees in the chest
I am uneasy.
rambling
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