A night somehow lonelier than the last
I am used to the dull ache of your absence
But the sharp sting of desire is worse
Feel like I am dying from the inside out
“Death by Patrice” like a dessert that I cannot, will never, get enough of
My lonely night made longer by the knowledge
That the only thing standing between us is us
Which us will win out in the end?
We are a force of nature in either direction.
I love that about us; but I guess we get that from you.
I was such a fool to leave you ever. It is hard to forgive myself for it even if you somehow do.
It is me I am fighting with most of the time in life. But you know this.
I don’t want to fight anymore baby. I don’t want to be strong or tough. I don’t even want to know what I want; I want you to tell me. I want to be putty in your hands.
I know it isn’t what you want, which is very important to me. I am just in such a different place. I know what you want. I just get scared or stubborn or hurt or confused or selfish or whatever but I will find a way to make you happy. Just don’t give up.
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