mumble mumble mumble...
build up of rage,
bubble bubble bubbling...
boiling to the surface,
Please Stop.
I dont think I can give you what you want, not now.
Thinking only burns a small hole in my brain, only forces me to be so utterly sad.
My heart can't be yours... but oh, how i want it to be.
the constant holding of my hand, kissing my upper arm, roaming my face desperate to lie me down. stop moving my body. forcing your kiss, deep inside me mouth. please, i dont like it.
please stop. i'm not that person.
how to tell you that my mind has changed, that I cannot be who i say. that i cannot give it all, i do not want too.
how fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes...
what a terrible thing to be.
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