for their strength for their intelligence for their rationality and their unwavering pursuit of the truth fear them
because they know more than you because, in their strength, they are stronger than you just like how in their clear headed soberness they scare you with simple truths because of your refusal to acknowledge them
simply put fear them because they are repulsed by you and can figure out how to be rid of you and will be rid of you when your usefulness dries
Won’t you lie here with me? Can’t we just let the world slip away? Or would it hurt you too much to let anyone near your heart? Even if that someone is me? Won’t you say anything at all? Even if it’s not what I want to hear? I’d rather have harsh truths than kind lies. And I know you will not lie. You will not be kind. Your face is stoic, it makes me want to cry. Do you not feel anything? Does anything break through the surface of your skepticism? Though I try and try to see past your unrelenting negativity you continue to surprise me with your coldness. How do you stay so cold? The silence you project is screaming, pounding in my ears and everything in me burns for the affection you refuse to give. Why do you pretend I’m not even here? I want a way out, but being alone terrifies me more than you do. Terrifies me more than the silence and the cold. Maybe after a while, the coldness won’t hurt.
I can wait.
Just something I wrote on a plane ride when I was feeling poetic