These things, I can't say and sat swinging my legs, wishing I could ask
posted July 31st, 2014 at 11:33 PM
I want to see you again. I know it's not really you, but this terribly fascinating person my mind has invented. Why is it that every time we've talked, we end up debating? Odd to meet someone who stands his ground as much as I do; we always come to a head. Last year, I really wished I could have never seen you again, and you seemed to feel the same way. Staying away was the best decision. Except, what is this meeting again and again? I can't escape you. Do you feel this right now? This little thread that runs between our sweaters, tangled and knotted, this inability to unravel and separate is starting to get annoying. I don't know what to do; I don't think it's sexual, but you intrigue me. Dimensions are crashing into each other; this city isn't big enough for the two of us.
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Post a CommentI will come up on top
Aug 1, 2014 at 9:04am
And you know it
nice!
Aug 1, 2014 at 9:09am
loved how this was written.
World* isn't
Aug 1, 2014 at 9:17am
But thank's lady, I guess it's the closest thing I'll ever get to an apology.
So ..
Aug 2, 2014 at 4:40pm
why don't you join forces
The World
Aug 4, 2014 at 12:31pm
I've wondered about that: If you felt I owed you an apology. I'm not sure I do.
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