I flinch
when you reach for my hands.
I squirm
when your arms wrap around me.
I’m sorry
that I can’t love you.
I’m sorry
that I keep running.
We are newtons third law of motion
you are the action,
and I am the equal and opposite
reaction.
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 1:53 AM UTC
I flinch
when you reach for my hands.
I squirm
when your arms wrap around me.
I’m sorry
that I can’t love you.
I’m sorry
that I keep running.
We are newtons third law of motion
you are the action,
and I am the equal and opposite
reaction.
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