Everything about you hurts to think about.
I find myself being honest with myself only when it's convenient and makes me more mad than I am sad about the situation that we find ourselves in. Or maybe the situation that I find myself in... I haven't quite decided yet.
I wish I could take all the time that I'm wasting on being upset in one form or another and give it back to myself. But I think that's your job. You're the one that needs to come to me and fix this, if you so desire. How much can you give before you need to take some of it back?
I'm still sitting here being in love with you.
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