FOR loving ME FOR BEING SO ABOVE ME EVEN THROUGH YOUR INFERIORITY- FOR DOING SO MUCH FOR ME BUT ACTUALLY DOING SO LITTLE. DON’T LOOK AT ME, BUT PLEASE DON’T LOOK AWAY.
I FIND MYSELF TANGLED IN YOUR SATIN BEDSHEETS. AS OFTEN AS I FIND MYSELF TANGLED IN WORDS AT YOUR THROAT. I CAN'T STRESS IT ENOUGH. I NO LONGER FEEL love. I FEEL ALL OF THE WEIGHT, THOUGH YOUR TOUCH MAKES THE LOAD OF CONDITION WEIGHTLESS. THE LIFT OF THIS BURDEN IS MOMENTARY. WE GRAVITATE, WE CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT. I HATE YOU FOR loving ME.
Revised on Jan. 4th. This was my submission to join this site.