These are the kind of thoughts that I feel like I need to swallow
because they're on a level of pathetic that I can't even admit to myself.
It's that level of pathetic that really makes a person naked.
The deep dark corners of a person.
It's the trigger of the first tear.
And it all boils down to you.
Your simple acknowledgment of self scares me.
Your self-awareness kills me because
it brings you closer to realizing
that you can do better than me.
*And then what do I do
with this epic love I feel for you?*
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 5:04 AM UTC
These are the kind of thoughts that I feel like I need to swallow
because they're on a level of pathetic that I can't even admit to myself.
It's that level of pathetic that really makes a person naked.
The deep dark corners of a person.
It's the trigger of the first tear.
And it all boils down to you.
Your simple acknowledgment of self scares me.
Your self-awareness kills me because
it brings you closer to realizing
that you can do better than me.
*And then what do I do
with this epic love I feel for you?*
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