Thursday, 2 November 2017

I Don't Want Anyone To Come Between Us (Especially Not Somebody With A Penis)

He was here with you whether I liked it or not. There was no way now to make it stop. I'd told you I was fine with this, that I was happier alone, that loneliness was a bliss that I could savour on my own. You laughed, and said that you'd figured out that fact, by the way you'd pulled at me and I had just pushed back. I wasn't quite ready then to simply accept your ardor, I needed you to pull me just that little bit harder. But how can I blame you when you at least tried? When all I did was turn away and force my love to die.

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