I think about you often enough
Your companionship fills me with warmth
We don’t even need to talk
Sitting next to each other will suffice
I know I hurt you, as I have done to many before
Commitment, rather lack thereof
It’s almost like a sickness that burns in me.
Like a parasite controlling my brain
I only want to love you
But, as far I can see
The only way I can help you
Is to stay out of your life
But I can’t
Call me selfish
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 8:49 AM UTC
I think about you often enough
Your companionship fills me with warmth
We don’t even need to talk
Sitting next to each other will suffice
I know I hurt you, as I have done to many before
Commitment, rather lack thereof
It’s almost like a sickness that burns in me.
Like a parasite controlling my brain
I only want to love you
But, as far I can see
The only way I can help you
Is to stay out of your life
But I can’t
Call me selfish
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