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We don't touch anymore. We don't kiss. We don't hug. We don't hold hands. We don't hold each other. And me looking at you freaks you out when anyone else would be touched. What relationship?
You'll look back at this whole thing and you'll say all you had to do to keep it together was just kiss me for no reason occassionally. Put yourself out there. Let me hold you. Let me admire you and appreciate you. And instead, you needed your pride. So you traded me for your strength.
You'll find someone else. Someone who doesn't care about how you feel, doesn't want to touch you, look at you, admire you, hold you, kiss you. Those people are easy to find. Someone who doesn't post stupid Livejournal posts about you, who won't persistantly try to make things work, will turn their back on you when things get tough.
But as soon as I give up on you and try to move on you convince me to stay. You want to make things work. So I turn myself around for you. I come around, I spend my time with you, I try to make things work. And we don't touch. We don't kiss. We don't hug. We don't hold hands. We don't hold each other. And I can't look at you without freaking you out.
How long is this supposed to go on, this endless cycle? Until I fall in love?
Because it's working.
You'll look back at this whole thing and you'll say all you had to do to keep it together was just kiss me for no reason occassionally. Put yourself out there. Let me hold you. Let me admire you and appreciate you. And instead, you needed your pride. So you traded me for your strength.
You'll find someone else. Someone who doesn't care about how you feel, doesn't want to touch you, look at you, admire you, hold you, kiss you. Those people are easy to find. Someone who doesn't post stupid Livejournal posts about you, who won't persistantly try to make things work, will turn their back on you when things get tough.
But as soon as I give up on you and try to move on you convince me to stay. You want to make things work. So I turn myself around for you. I come around, I spend my time with you, I try to make things work. And we don't touch. We don't kiss. We don't hug. We don't hold hands. We don't hold each other. And I can't look at you without freaking you out.
How long is this supposed to go on, this endless cycle? Until I fall in love?
Because it's working.