on the cycle down.
i cant get that thought of you out of my head. should i not feel hurt? should i not bear the issue towards my inability to stop you? maybe it does bother me a lot, maybe i am apprehensive. maybe i want to snivel and extract all my aches before you. i know you’re not perfect, and in time, i’ll realize, that’s all you’ll ever be. that you’re exactly the way i feel about myself.
