(no subject)
We were like an episode of Sex and the City. You were my man and I was just your girl of the moment. I was the strong headed sex driven Samantha and you were my target. As rigid as my front, I was too afraid to ever admit true feelings. Even still you throw yourself at me. After all this time you are now the one who is throwing yourself at the other. I was a notch on your bedpost and now you're begging to be one on mine. The time has passed and though I would love to "play" my heart has finally been captured. Its like too much too late, rather than too little. You always seemed like a wild child, never to be tied down. The pain showed through your cracks and you let me in for a moment. In the still cold nights where we'd lie awake poking fun at each other. I got real answers once, saw a glimmer of who you ought to be. The true you is an amazing person. Now you're just playing games to keep things "safe" I feel sorry for your girlfriend, she deserves the world from you. I wish you'd break down and realize you're capable of feeling.