I've got a confession;
you're just an obsession.
Moving on too quickly for myself,
dragging this out as if it will help.
Slipping, I wait.
I procrastinate.
Internal debate
on how long it should take
and if this is all fake
but I know I can't take
it. Again.
I just feel like I'm break
ing every time I'm wake
ing up from this dream;
I scream.
You're selfish, and I'm sorry.
You're mean and it matters,
Fuck you and your flattery.
Standing against but not standing a chance.
Like cold hands sneaking up but I'm wishing you would.
Thinking the worst thing about you I'm thinking I could.
