circle
I was foolish to think that there would be a change.
Here you are, absorbed in nothing but yourself once more, blindsided by your own wants and desires and needs, careless as to how it effects me. Thoughtless as to what I might want. Invisible and silent and ignorant as to the hurt you are inflicting upon me, someone who loves you, and had hoped that it would be different this time.
I had stopped thinking it was hopeless to try and be your lover.
We're back to that part of the circle again, and going round and round like this has brought me to the point of sickness from dizziness.
I love you too much to be collared and bound with not so much as a kind word or touch from you in months and months.
It hurts me.
You can't do this to me anymore.
Here you are, absorbed in nothing but yourself once more, blindsided by your own wants and desires and needs, careless as to how it effects me. Thoughtless as to what I might want. Invisible and silent and ignorant as to the hurt you are inflicting upon me, someone who loves you, and had hoped that it would be different this time.
I had stopped thinking it was hopeless to try and be your lover.
We're back to that part of the circle again, and going round and round like this has brought me to the point of sickness from dizziness.
I love you too much to be collared and bound with not so much as a kind word or touch from you in months and months.
It hurts me.
You can't do this to me anymore.