08-01-2014, 06:30 AM
How come I still can't tell if you're leaving me?
I'm not accustomed to fronting my feelings in this forum.
The most exalted one for me.
I'm not certain I want to be afraid anymore that you may be half-stepping with your declaration of
truly truly.
What smells remain? Salt is odorless but burns where I'm cut.
How is it that I can't tell if I'm cut?
You say I'm delusional.
And I disdain the prospect of women's intuition.
Because I don't want to trust what I'm feeling.
I concede finally, that I may truly be more in love with the
idea of that vision I cured since the beginning of
romance for me.
After loss after loss, and the triumph of failure where romance or coupling were concerned. Was it not inevitable that I should be most smitten with the idea of the world's greatest romance? One for the books I'd aver.
I despise woman's intuition.
Because I still want to believe that the prospect of us was right.
I'm not accustomed to fronting my feelings in this forum.
The most exalted one for me.
I'm not certain I want to be afraid anymore that you may be half-stepping with your declaration of
truly truly.
What smells remain? Salt is odorless but burns where I'm cut.
How is it that I can't tell if I'm cut?
You say I'm delusional.
And I disdain the prospect of women's intuition.
Because I don't want to trust what I'm feeling.
I concede finally, that I may truly be more in love with the
idea of that vision I cured since the beginning of
romance for me.
After loss after loss, and the triumph of failure where romance or coupling were concerned. Was it not inevitable that I should be most smitten with the idea of the world's greatest romance? One for the books I'd aver.
I despise woman's intuition.
Because I still want to believe that the prospect of us was right.