I recoil from your stare as though it stung
but chase you when all you want to do is stare off into space, when all you wanna do is forget me
I pine, I pine, I pine away
and I set myself deeper into my self-loathing with the knowledge of you being terrible for me ringing in the back of my head
yet that simply encourages my desires and my masochistic mistakes.
it was a mistake to let you capture my affections so completely - I have forgotten how life is meant to be lived without anticipating our inane conversations
(but they weren't inane to me, your words were all I lived for - they were everything)
I'll give you the world if you just let me be close, counting the shades of blue specks in your eyes till dawn.
