i feel numb. you told me, "beware for i do not think when i speak" and i've tried so hard to pry my heart off of my sleeve so i do not feel like it's breaking and start sprinting towards the door wanting to leave i don't know who's pushing who farther away yet we're still carelessly pushing, not knowing if we'll end up pushing too hard causing the other to not want to stay this scares me see you think i'm blind and deaf and unresponsive yet, i've been where you are, with a longing heart realizing how conditional love is everyone usually walks away so you start walking away first once you're far enough away, you start building your wall one brick of mommy and daddy issues here and there assault lies abandonment hurt jealousy and then you're satisfied that no one can get to you but miserable because no one can get you and you can't let that show so you try to make yourself believe that all is well and you're happy guarding your heart from everyone but you're not and i'm not because you're guarding your heart from me and i'm not asking for the key but i'm asking for a window where i can see inside it can stay barred for a bit if that's what you'd like enough for you to see the sunshine and watch as i make countless efforts to chip away at those dumb bricks and replace them with love hope reassurance but i don't know if that'll make a difference so just know, i'm here and that's not a lot for i feel i am not enough for myself to carry on but that's me, that's another poem, for another time for right now, i'm talking about you, and how i crave for your numbness to go away... yet i sit, numb.
even though things can be great, i feel as if my writings will never not have a depressing tinge.