relationship, evolving, dissolving
in a final crash
only left with the broken
pieces of a heart.
I want my whole heart.
It's mine.
So here's the game plan:
Let's be friends.
A friendship revolving is reliable.
Reliable.
Sure, there's no jumping--
less excitement, a lower risk quotient.
You might be fooled into thinking less fun.
Except guess what?
I am okay. Just myself. By myself.
And I still have my own whole heart.
Ouch. This sounds like one of those letters that makes nice guys wish they knew the guy that came before them so they can get him some disability leave.
ReplyDeleteHaha, I guess it sorta does...but this did not stem from bitterness, just caution.
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