I can't deal with you if you're so limp that I can feel the burn it makes when I look at you. I say it over and over and over and over, "You're allowed to start things," and "You can have an opinion."
If you'd like to be a loose feather, submissive to every sway of god's breath, keep being so ******* easy to walk on.
There was a time when I ached to know your thoughts so I could love you. I laugh at how ridiculous that would be. I can't love someone who can't fight.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC
I can't deal with you if you're so limp that I can feel the burn it makes when I look at you. I say it over and over and over and over, "You're allowed to start things," and "You can have an opinion."
If you'd like to be a loose feather, submissive to every sway of god's breath, keep being so ******* easy to walk on.
There was a time when I ached to know your thoughts so I could love you. I laugh at how ridiculous that would be. I can't love someone who can't fight.
