tired. weary.
of having my red flags always ready
of being on alert for every cue
every subtle hint
from any one of you
i've grown scared of small smiles and long glances
even though that's most of what i do
i'm afraid of seeing it back
because i am always afraid of what complications
your attentions would entail
am i expected to curb my fondness
my friendship
my curiosity
my joy
to keep from leading you on
should i protect your feelings
and in doing so push down my own
do i owe it to you not to
really look in your eyes like i love to
or to not laugh too loudly when i find you funny
do i owe you my reservation my restriction
do i owe it to you to domesticate my affections
so i don't hurt you
when i tell you that:
no, i will not go to dinner with you
even though i would love to
if it didn't mean leading you on
or no, i cannot be that for you,
even though i would love to spend time with you alone
if it didn't mean leading you on
because i love you dearly already
and i want to explore every crevice
of your vibrating soul
but purely platonically
no one else seems to think this way
and i am confused
and sad
i'm tired. i'm weary.
of these ever waving red flags.
i hate the color red. it demands so much.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 11:08 PM UTC
tired. weary.
of having my red flags always ready
of being on alert for every cue
every subtle hint
from any one of you
i've grown scared of small smiles and long glances
even though that's most of what i do
i'm afraid of seeing it back
because i am always afraid of what complications
your attentions would entail
am i expected to curb my fondness
my friendship
my curiosity
my joy
to keep from leading you on
should i protect your feelings
and in doing so push down my own
do i owe it to you not to
really look in your eyes like i love to
or to not laugh too loudly when i find you funny
do i owe you my reservation my restriction
do i owe it to you to domesticate my affections
so i don't hurt you
when i tell you that:
no, i will not go to dinner with you
even though i would love to
if it didn't mean leading you on
or no, i cannot be that for you,
even though i would love to spend time with you alone
if it didn't mean leading you on
because i love you dearly already
and i want to explore every crevice
of your vibrating soul
but purely platonically
no one else seems to think this way
and i am confused
and sad
i'm tired. i'm weary.
of these ever waving red flags.
i hate the color red. it demands so much.
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