In the silent curls of confusions and limitless questions, I see two eyes staring at me. They implore me to be interesting, to think, to move, to be. I silently stare back as if to say "no." My mind is crowded and clouded, and I haven't the time, or a place in my blackened heart for your expectations, needs, wants, or demands. Take not one, but several steps back, get your feet on the ground, and let me breathe.
I'm not here to save you.
I'm not even here to like you.
"Guilty is a choice, and a chore," and it will not be mine.
I'm having the time of my life being fake through and through, and you will not make me feel. You will not make me real. You tempt me with thoughts of gentle touches, sweet words, and the luxurious rest of rightness. Your presences tells me I can breathe easy.
You lie, you lie, you lie.
I'll be waiting for the sweetness of air to touch my lungs, and it will never come. You'll leave me choking and alone.
No. Not again. Never again.
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