I could throw myself at you and you still wouldn't get it.

At least I'm doing this legit. Behavor meeting societal expectations. It's no more efficient than telling a mutual friend to work it out.

I think I'll have to spill. Just get the truth out there and hope for the best. The thought is a bit nausiating and whenever I plan to, he cuts our time together short just before I'm ready to get the words out.

Not dark enough for twilight, not bright enough for afternoon.



hold me close like we both died
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