I'm sorry, but I'm not ready. I'm not ready to love you. To be with you. To offer more of me Than a hug or a kiss. I know it may sound strange, but I'm not ready for the potential, perpetual bliss. I'm not ready to take your hand, or get out on the floor and groove. Maybe I will someday, But until then, whether you stay or go, it's your move.
The crippling feeling of an emotional blizzard Hitting all at once Anger at him for neglection Somber that I wasn't worth his attention Frustrated that I wasted longing and desire on him Timid that he ccould blatantly disregard me so easily Defeated that I anticipated for something to happen
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