I don't like this.
It makes me feel weird. I liked it better when we hung out and talked. About music, and life and shit. Not anxiously awaiting (anklosis heart) your hands around my waist, the warmest feeling proceeding the kisses, yours fueled by loss, mine fueled by a genuine bond I've made to your warm little heart. Fuck that, really. I love being your friend. I've got all the credibility in the world to be that. But let's not mix things up. I'm a few steps ahead in a recovery. I'm not touch and go. You're still a little imprisoned. I don't want to be the receiver of a broken heart, or a broken hearted boy.
koala bears.
koala bears.