Jul 24, 2008 20:16
"Late last night and the night before Tommyknockers, Tommyknockers, knocking at the door. I want to go out, don't know if I can, 'cause I'm so afraid of the Tommyknocker man."
See if I could just let it go, let you drift away, I would be okay. The way I persist, tentatively pull you back to me, shows that I will never let you too far from my grasp.
My interest in you, once so innocent and curious has slowly turned to a possessive and unrelenting need.
How! How do you hold me so? That you are in my thoughts? Allowing no other to be so included?
So unlike all the others before. So opposite of those I like. So completely my opposite! Older, foreign, different. New territory for me to discover. Yet all the while keeping me at arms length. Frustrating me to no end. Having me think I am treading upon eggshells then act as if nothing is wrong.
This. This is why I am letting you go. All the indications you have given me are that you want me too. I do all the first moves. You respond to what i do. At first I merely thought you were feeling me out. Now I am tired of being the instigator. Find someone else to play your games with.