If I ask you for help I offer you a place in my life to stand besides me. If I reach out for your hand I overcome my inner hell to let anyone near. If I tell you a thing know you're pretty special to me.
I'm afraid you're not enough, I'm terrified you'll be too much. I'm scared to trust. Which part is the one judge? Do I think these thoughts by myself? Or is it deeper, a problem from somewhere else, to shelter the cause still in shelf. Questioning this process hits pretty hard, I'm still learning to trust... Weiterlesen →
My mind gets bored, my brain feels sore, if I any longer have to listen to your meaningless words.
I just wanna tell you, Im really sorry. I cancelled our plans - again - lately. I just want you to know, it's all about me. I also was hoping my desire for alone-time would flee. But to be honest, it never did, and it never won't. That's how it'll always be with me. Hope... Weiterlesen →
Don't mess with me, I'm too obsessed with being alone and feeling in peace without forcing human beings.
If I act kind to you, you probably may not be aware of that's how I chose to be with you. It's less about that I have to.