dont whisper to me i hate it when you put me in your wold of secrets and thoughts unbeknown to those around me – this is our separate issue.
Don’t talk to me, dont say things like that which you have said, i couldn’t care for it matters not anymore – its like a fucking boring story that i hear and i hear becasue i hear so you can tell
Please don’t tell me where you are, i’m not coming anymore – you are deranged perhaps more so than me –
you kill me when i see you, so hollow and so insignificant – but i know you and i will never let you feel less than the best.
But I must move from this place, i cannot and will not hold you and tell you good things anymore – five times its been till this day since i though this – maybe it doesn’t really matter – who cares ? Maybe i am the only one who does.
Please understand i cant be without , you break me down , every though and movement that you pose to touch me, strikes me down like superman yields to green stones – you are my doner, yet if you donat this love that you pose i will die like the incompatibilities and rejection that the body suffers when given a organ that in compatible.
Understanding you is like reading the definition in a dictionary – clear and precise.
Yet I cannot exist with definits and certainties – i dont want you to understand becasue i know this is expecting too much.