it's very simply put: "it's not you, it's me." and it's true, i fear loving more than i do less. i fear using my half to fill their whole. i don't want the only one with a collar around their neck to be me.
belonging to someone doesn't sound so bad when they belong to you too.
We clanked our wine glasses together Suits for the occasion And I tried to remember the names Especially the ones who’s faces I recognize One man in particular looks older than I remember, with a haircut far too young Talking all about The deal of the last year Maybe a Christmas bonus this year So he can go home to his wife “Look honey we can buy another car” And maybe this time she won’t sleep With the neighbor I shake his hand hard because the poor old b*stard needs something And maybes its this extravagant event guys like me shaking his hand firm enough That he knows he’s important somewhere And we are all impressed by his hard work and loyalty
Hugging on my collar, her scent was stuck on me. I felt such immense feelings, like I was brought to life again. We stared at starlight like it was something brand new, but her expression was all that I needed to have fun. She took the bad vibes and absorbed them all, converting them into warm breaths on my neck. I felt at ease, comforted. She made me feel safe, I felt happy for once. She was still hugging, almost like she knew what I was missing. I'm indebted, always.