sounds like snapping cartilage

[melangkholia]

for some reason i think the time,
lusty glares,
and open souls we shared meant you are worth knowing...
but all i have to do to keep myself from eating with my fork
is drop it on the floor...
feels dropped to me...
i don't know...
maybe just the thought of you makes my fork useless...
in a lusty, jealous, spiteful way...
you turn me on while turning my stomach...
making me say things like this...
who knows, maybe i hated you for all this time and this is love...
or maybe i can't get you out of my head because you won't go away...
and maybe you sneak back to feel better about yourself...
or maybe you're just scared of seeing me, knowing i want you gone...
maybe with someone that makes you uncomfortable...
but who knows...
maybe that's what i want...
i don't know...
maybe i think too much...
or maybe you don't think at all...

or maybe i'm crazy...
maybe i can't be handled...
and maybe, to you,
i'm beyond the point of no looking back...
but the time,
lusty glares,
and open souls we shared pulls you back in curiosity...
and maybe you trying to update me on your maturity has auto translated into "i love you"
in my head...
and i am just going to be hopeless watching you move on as i sit at that cold night in january...
forever hopeful...
like a soulless,
forgetable,
and insignificant night,
where i'm latched,
oblivious,
to your torso,
burying my face in your side...
as i smile and say, "i love you baby..."