I drown in sadness I don't let go It's my curse The curse of strings Tied so tightly they choke me I can't break the bonds No matter how I try I am caught in a web Of memories Of hope Of dreams Of the past Cut short By me I am a knife A knife that can't cut myself loose Only scare away I threaten, I menace Yet I remain bonded
I suppose even the sharpest blades have their limits
For the guy who introduced me to anime, the guy who sat across from me for the first time two years ago, the guy who made me feel awful about myself, the guy that made me feel stupid, the guy that made me feel better, the guy who let me take him to see an awful and cliche christian film, the guy who wore number seven, the guy I really ******* up with, the guy who opened up to me in December in a google doc when we were supposed to be doing a history project but ending up having a six or so hour conversation, the guy with the most incredible and captivating eyes (blue or other wise) I've seen to date...
Please forgive me for being lonely and stupid and dumb and inconsiderate and pushy and emotional and rude and sick. I'm tired of one of us being mad at the other, can we just be friends? I haven't been able to stop thinking about how I keep ******* everything up with you.