| ??????????As I become glasses and trays and plates that go back and forth between dirty and clean in an interminable cycle. As you have the time of your life playing with my feelings and I wait for your approval because what's liking somebody if not being dependant on how they see you? As you wake up everything that scares me and stir up so much, you make me want to betray my ethics. As love must be some kind of compromise between the blindness of passion and the undeniability of reality... but the balance is tilted for this one and it is a fight we're not going to win. As I wish I wasn't writing poems about you... as I wish I didn't like you because it takes away a little part of me... As I wish I didn't want you because my wanting is stronger than me and it feels foreign because I never bothered to make friends with it. As I become the never ending coming and going of trays and plates and a feeling so intense and sweet that slowly turns sour, because the scale is tilted towards reality and it can't be fulfilled. |
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