Immaturity in both he and I I suppose Different levels of the same sticky sweet glue of childhood
I'm immune to change or afraid but he too had flaws And now I'm stuck with his Politics of Love
"Olivia, you deserve much more, let me say" and it's exactly what I needed but he was exactly what I needed through that year and I don't regret a single moment crying softly in his car followed by bellows and sudden screams
His Politics of Love were gibberish in my ears like German rough and exciting thought I could learn it word by word but I was struck by their gravity and my stomach couldn't keep
Fighting was a neutral a constant debate of my needs not needed in my eyes but you were hungry for that taste of real love I suppose not authentic to me