1d
pack rat
mule
lugging around all the baggage
that’s me
I asked a guy who doesn't want anything except *** if we’d both be less ****** up about relationships if we both didn’t give so much to them.
If she didn’t deem it insufficient, I did everything I thought was right. I was trying so hard and it wasn’t enough for her. It wasn’t enough for her, and she wasn’t enough for me. I kept accepting crumbs, yet when you’re hungry enough you succumb to the starvation and eat whatever you are given.
*** was the bait and I was a naive ******* fish, hook line and sinker. I sunk alright. I morally justifiably caught and released through the messages that filled the void. I led myself to believe “*** isn’t what makes a relationship thrive” meant if everything was shiny and sparkly then there isn’t any way it could be fool’s gold, right?
“How could I do it”, well, he had what I wanted and couldn’t get. When push came to shove she shoved me. I wish I wasn’t still heartbroken over a girl who made me feel like this. I had to walk on glass and now I am all scratched up. I told him clearly I was ****** in the head to send the messages and the pictures and justifying it all, it was unfair and wrong. For months I just felt the pressure to confess. I bust open my suitcases and she’d never unpacked, she picked up with ease and left me. Now I have to reorganize all I took out. I tried shoving and folding and bagging, the only thing that works is throwing out items that don't belong. I thought was moving in but I was just a vacation to her.
She was a genius yet could not able to comprehend how I could feel unattractive to her. She engineered literal solid metal from basically nothing as part of her job and couldn’t comprehend how this was possible. And if that means she gave every she had to give to me then we were never meant it be. We were each other’s prized ponies, she would show me off and I was wag my ******* tail and prance just like I was supposed to. Though I wanted to feel like a wild horse, free yet at total ease I was in the right place.
No amount of intelligence makes up for our issues. I miss her. Or at least the idea of her. How she danced so beautifully. How she could put together puzzles with such ease. Her music massaged my back and scratched my brain. She was beautiful on the inside and out. I ******* hate football and yet I practically had Go Blue! tattooed on my arm. She loved bismuth. She was cautious and careful. I wish she loved me like I loved her. Like I love her still. I see her and hear her and think of her oh so often.
I have never said I love you with so much fluff, I was going every direction with it because she didn’t feel the same way. I offered up everything I had to offer. I unpacked everything and in return she zipped up her bags and slammed the door shut behind her.
She had this way about her you just don’t get often, so I saved her for a rainy day, in a dessert of physical affection.
mule
lugging around all the baggage
that’s me
I asked a guy who doesn't want anything except *** if we’d both be less ****** up about relationships if we both didn’t give so much to them.
If she didn’t deem it insufficient, I did everything I thought was right. I was trying so hard and it wasn’t enough for her. It wasn’t enough for her, and she wasn’t enough for me. I kept accepting crumbs, yet when you’re hungry enough you succumb to the starvation and eat whatever you are given.
*** was the bait and I was a naive ******* fish, hook line and sinker. I sunk alright. I morally justifiably caught and released through the messages that filled the void. I led myself to believe “*** isn’t what makes a relationship thrive” meant if everything was shiny and sparkly then there isn’t any way it could be fool’s gold, right?
“How could I do it”, well, he had what I wanted and couldn’t get. When push came to shove she shoved me. I wish I wasn’t still heartbroken over a girl who made me feel like this. I had to walk on glass and now I am all scratched up. I told him clearly I was ****** in the head to send the messages and the pictures and justifying it all, it was unfair and wrong. For months I just felt the pressure to confess. I bust open my suitcases and she’d never unpacked, she picked up with ease and left me. Now I have to reorganize all I took out. I tried shoving and folding and bagging, the only thing that works is throwing out items that don't belong. I thought was moving in but I was just a vacation to her.
She was a genius yet could not able to comprehend how I could feel unattractive to her. She engineered literal solid metal from basically nothing as part of her job and couldn’t comprehend how this was possible. And if that means she gave every she had to give to me then we were never meant it be. We were each other’s prized ponies, she would show me off and I was wag my ******* tail and prance just like I was supposed to. Though I wanted to feel like a wild horse, free yet at total ease I was in the right place.
No amount of intelligence makes up for our issues. I miss her. Or at least the idea of her. How she danced so beautifully. How she could put together puzzles with such ease. Her music massaged my back and scratched my brain. She was beautiful on the inside and out. I ******* hate football and yet I practically had Go Blue! tattooed on my arm. She loved bismuth. She was cautious and careful. I wish she loved me like I loved her. Like I love her still. I see her and hear her and think of her oh so often.
I have never said I love you with so much fluff, I was going every direction with it because she didn’t feel the same way. I offered up everything I had to offer. I unpacked everything and in return she zipped up her bags and slammed the door shut behind her.
She had this way about her you just don’t get often, so I saved her for a rainy day, in a dessert of physical affection.
