Oh lover of mine, smother of mine, st-stutter of mine.
Please understand that I am not wanting of your text messages or phone calls.
They are nice, but they aren't most important.
Please understand that I am not needing of brand name bags that make me no better or bigger of a person.
Again, they are nice, but nowhere near what I want.
And sweetheart, Please remember that it is okay to have thoughts of your own and flaws of your own.
Me too..me too!
It's okay to disagree.
It's okay to feel like you want to release. Release unto me the coward this world wants you to be.
But baby, you are no coward.
If you tell me, I will listen.
If you give me, I will appreciate.
If you lie to me, I will try to understand.
Oh, lover of mine.
We are created as individuals and I will indulge in your creativity.
Indulge, in your intimacy. Intimidated by your generosity. You smile and express positivity. My heart is racing now. Velocity. Speed. You're like a drug. No doubt. You decrease my anxiety. Don't lie to me. I'm scared of showing you this side of me.
The side that has two sides.
Which is my good side?
I hate both sides.
The face that will never comply.
You arrived and everything became more vivid than the acid trips that claimed my reality.
You are so appealing dear.
"I am not what you want."
You try to hide from you, but I see right through you.
Too afraid to love.
But I choose to live in love.
There is nothing above.
"We are not who we say we are."
In need of attention. No need for conviction.
"You're trying too hard."
The results of our actions have shown no satisfaction.
We keep trying.
"We, we keep trying."
We, no...I. I. Keep. On. Trying...
Why am I crying? Zero stealth.
STOP REPLYING!
I never meant to let it get this deep.